Beneath my feet, crispy sounds echoed.
The ground felt softer than a few weeks ago.
Yellow and brown patches spreading.
In between them
Broken twigs,
Empty husks,
Dried seeds,
And an unidentifiable tip of the plant.
The brush-shaped tip sparked an idea.
In my studio, I dipped its tip into the black ink.
First stroke on white paper.
Scratchy, out-of-control feeling through the plant.
Unfamiliar lines on the paper, but I continued.
Now, the sense of autumn is captured.
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