Windmills

So I have a facination. I'm facinated by windmills, I don't know but I just love them!



There's just something about them that I love. My town recently got nine windmills up in the canyon. They've been operational for three months! I love watching them spin, especially at night! Something about them just facinates me!



These are the kind of windmills we have, they are huge! i've never seen anything like them before!

So that is my unexplained facination. I will always love them!

The story I could write

There is a picture in the Braithwaite Gallery, it's black and white and is a picture of a mother and her two children sitting in a bus terminal. The story I could write from this is as follows:

It's told from the oldest little girls perspective. She and her mother have spent a long day adventuring through the city. Her mother has a large manilla envelope that she has been carrying around all day. They are now waiting in the bus terminal for her fathers bus to arrive, he's been gone for a couple of weeks, all of is stuff is gone from their house and the little girl misses his smell. What the little girl doesn't understand or know is that her parents are getting a divorce and in the manilla envelope is her parents divorce papers. Her daddy will arrive and she will run to him and spend a few minutes talking to him, then her mother will appear and hand her dad the envelope. Her dad will ask the mom if the neighbors still think he's on a business trip, because they are trying to hide to divorce. The dad will leave and the little girl will still not quite understand.