The Whale Weathervane

Crickets fill the fresh air with their chirps. Tall tan crisp grass fills the fields for miles on end. The burning sun hangs high in the sky watching over her land. A small cottage sits in the middle of the grassy plains. The small home lay upon a slight hill surrounded by fields of grain. It’s walls were white but with time they faded into a dull gray. The black roof was fixed from years of damage just a couple months back. The doors were old and worn from countless openings and closings from family and friends and guests alike. An old blue pickup rusts in the dirt driveway waiting to driven once more, even just to the grocery store. A blue whale sits upon a weathervane at the top of her house. This has been her home since she was a little girl. She has always dreamed of one day seeing the ocean with her own blue eyes.