This week we’re flexing our writing muscles with some non-fiction.
I figured on this dreary day, we could use a little brightness. :)
So, set your timer for 5 minutes and write about:
a memory involving sunshine*
I’ll post mine below in about 5 minutes. Remember this is free-writing so the important thing is to get writing; don’t worry about making it perfect.
*Please remember our posting guideline: If you can show your grandmother, it’s probably okay to post. If you would have to hide it from Nan, then rethink your post.
I remember taking my son out for walks when he was a baby.
The sunshine seemed to seek him out. Even with a receiving blanket hung over the front of the stroller when I would peek in a tiny stream of sunlight would be seeping in from somewhere, a small bright patch in the dimness inside.
I can see his rounded bare feet that hadn’t taken a step yet, his little legs kicking in the air – not in protest, but moving them just because he could. I can see his giant eyes peering out towards me, a gummy grin showing up because I was there.
I can remember straightening back up and striding confidently down the street. I was on important business that sunny day. I was taking my little boy for a walk.
I looked in at him often.
Love that, Christine.