Creative Writing: Writing Exercise One. A lonely walk.

 Sunday morning I wakeup almost healthy, but I'm still feal not aright. Wen I'm eating morning Sunday breakfast, perfect omelet with green parsley its come to me good idea ,, Anna go to Stapleford, to chapel when You feel always good, and quiet". And I 'went. I took my camera, sometimes I think its my best friend who know me best. We walk together, sometimes we stop. O! it will be a great shot! Lovely trees and lovely old gate. O! look wild rabbits! Lonely walk, strong wind, but not could, I feel like spring is coming, first flowers! Hello Stapleford! Now I fell great! Almost 5 miles one way. I'm siting between trees and I observe quiet lonely chapel, its perfect place, perfect!