The mid-morning air is warm on your lungs but cool on your skin. It keeps the glaring sun from making you sweat. Ponies and conversations traversed the main street that your apartment blended into, some soared overhead, all were on errands that demanded a leisurely but deliberate pace. Overall it was a very nice setting, something you’d always imagined would fit a society of ponies. But once you got over displays of magic and the fact that no one looked like you the novelty wore off. Some things never failed to spike your interest, but most of your entertainment centered on certain individuals that always knew a good way to pass the time.