Drawing the story...

"The sun shines bright and the sky is so blue that it could trick you into believing it to be a warm day. As the wind blows I pull the hood over my head and shove my hands into the pockets of my sweater, hunkering deep into a slouch against the harsh cold. "


In the process of constructing the world that Bethany lives in I used allot of real life experience. The sights, sounds, smells and the air all around. This particular sentence was inspired during play time outside with the two adorably rotten children I care for while mommies and daddies are at work. The previous days had been cloudy and even some rain fell, so when the sun shone bright on this day, we had the opportunity to play out side for the first time in days. I opened the back door ready to release them to the world, when the wind cut through me like a knife. Holy crap I thought to my self, it is way to pretty looking a day to be this freaking cold. So I had to gather the two screaming and crying toddlers, to bundle up. I am sure they thought I was toying with their emotions, opening the play door like that, then slamming it shut. After fighting the two children squirming to break free of my arms while reaching for the "door of play", jackets and hats successfully donned, we stepped out to the patio for play time.
They didn't notice the cold at all, the plastic slide, car and tricycle, kept them preoccupied. But not me. I sat in the plastic Adirondack style chair, notebook in hand shivering like mad. I was just as bundled as they were, and one look to the gorgeous blue sky and I knew that Bethany would have to suffer this cold torture if I had to endure it. So she winds up at the park, where this simple observation on the contradiction of the appearance of and actual weather can be expressed.

I hope I did justice to the explanation, and I hope someone can find this article useful in drawing (thanks again Bobby) their own story, but mostly; I hope you had a good laugh at my expense.