Writings of Writing Club #1: Strawberry Skies
Strawberry Skies Do you ever look at the sky in the earlier morning or the earlier evening and just look at the sky? Just looking at the skies when the strawberry pink severely covered part of the clear blue sky. The morning. That’s when I would wake up, run out of the doors of my cottage, and go into the fields. Some fields were filled with raspberries, others sunflowers; but my favorite fields were the ones filled with strawberries. If you were to stand far enough away, it looked like a big green pool speckled with red polka dots. I would just sit in that field and eat strawberries until the sky turned lavender again, which was my signal to head back to the cottage. 5 years had passed since I had gone into the strawberry fields. All I had started doing was writing about what I had thought about the forests surrounding the strawberry fields when I was younger. I lived on the other side of the forest now, and would only step out of the cottage for errands. Now, I felt the ...