Something different for this week's writing prompt — a video! I know you're excited. When I watch this soft, lazy steam climbing through the morning air, I think of many things:

Dolly was my best friend. She had long brown hair tied into two plaits, wide eyes and a big smile. She often wore a blue dress, a simple A-line shape with a round neck and long sleeves.

Somebody once told me that the people who make the best classical guitars in the world, leave a small imperfection somewhere in their masterpiece, unseen unless you look closely.

Have you ever been in an environment that is unfamiliar to you, almost alien? A desert, a rainforest, open plains, a lake, the ocean, a mountain, a cliff-top.

Jellyfish are strange, alien-looking creatures, ethereal as they swim in the water, their tentacles possibly dangerous depending on the species. They have no brain, no blood, no heart.

Looking out of the kitchen window from the house where we used to live, we enjoyed a breathtaking view across the bay towards Vancouver. Some days, clouds would billow and puff across the skyline, covering the sun, stealing its warmth and casting a chill over the landscape.