Under the Full Moon

Under the Full Moon: Under the Full Moon: The Meeting of Two Foals

On a clear and silent night, beneath a sky scattered with stars, a young foal stood alone on a gentle hill, his dark coat blending with the shadows of the night. His eyes were wide with wonder as he gazed up at the vast, inky expanse above him. The moon, full and luminous, hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the landscape.

The air was still, save for the gentle rustling of the tall grass around him and the distant chorus of crickets and frogs from the nearby forest. The foal felt a deep sense of calm wash over him as he stood there, mesmerized by the moon’s quiet beauty. He had always admired the moon, but tonight felt different—special, as if the moon was watching over him, whispering secrets of faraway places and magical beings.

As he stared up at the glowing orb, something caught his eye—a streak of light, a shooting star, arced gracefully across the sky. The foal's heart quickened. He had heard stories of wishes carried by shooting stars, tales whispered among the herd. But before he could make a wish, the star disappeared, leaving only the gentle light of the moon behind.

Just as he was about to lower his gaze, he noticed a glimmer near the lake at the foot of the hill. The moonlight reflected off the still water, but there was something more—a figure, shimmering and ethereal, was approaching the lake. The foal’s breath caught in his throat as he watched, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

The figure drew closer, and as it did, the foal could make out its form—a majestic creature with a flowing mane and shimmering wings. It was a Pegasus, a creature of legend, but this one was young, like him. The Pegasus’s coat was a soft, glowing white, and its wings sparkled with the same light as the moon. The young Pegasus seemed to glide over the ground, barely disturbing the earth beneath its hooves.

The foal stood transfixed, watching as the Pegasus reached the edge of the lake and bent down to drink from the cool, clear water. It was a sight he would never forget, the beginning of a night filled with wonder and the start of an unexpected friendship. 🌜🐎✨

watercolor Illustration in the 80s