Today I gave my first year Creative Writing students the below image. They wrote from their hearts, about nostalgia and childhood and boiled sweets, gobbled on their favourite beaches. It was, and is, great to see young writers with such enthusiasm.
And, in my continued series of practicing what I preach, I wrote from the same prompt...
The sky is a fruit forest: apricots, strawberries, unripened blueberries and plums. I see it every night but somehow see it differently. It gives me a sense of an ending, watching the horizon close, as though God or someone like her had spent the whole day creating the perfect shade of blue, only to wash it all away, dissatisfied with her creation.
Perhaps that's what the sealine is, where coloured clouds meet water - maybe that's why we have our high tides.