@brittarnhild
I left the bus, was on my way to work. Usually I walk the sidewalk but today I could not help it. I had to take the short walk over the lawn, over the fallen leaves. Over the Claude Monet live painting. Walking through the leaves, not lifting my feet properly, I want to feel the leaves, I want to listen to them. My heart and soul filled with childhood memories, happiness, playful. Today, in the early autumn of my life these memories gather up, and I understand they have another name. Creativity.
This creativity, created by wet fallen leaves on a wet day in autumn, whisper to me though the day. Whispering words of inspiration.......
.......where is my drawing pad? where are my coloured pencils? will I need to buy some new yarn?
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