Inspiration

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It was autumn when a bright red maple leaf fell gracefully to the ground. Sitting still on the

greenish grass, it captured my eye. I realized summer had gone and had taken with it its gentle breeze blowing through my clothes, when I noticed yellowish and brown leaves dancing around in a whirlwind. The air carries a scent that leads you towards a kiosk. You wrap yourself in a warm scarf and pull your gloves over your hands. You order yourself a large. The hot, slightly charred chestnuts burn your fingers. The more of us there are, the sooner they run out. Time flies when strolling around with friends. Let’s go and listen to them. A saxophone, guitar, bass and piano. This is a cheerful time. The afternoons are already dark, probably in order to see the lights shining brightly from the houses and stalls. There is plenty of time. For a show, an exhibition, a concert and, eventually, for another round. At least 3 New Year’s resolutions burst to live. Then, an explosion. Boom! Bang! To your left – yellow, to your right – white, in between – pink, mixed with green. In military order: magnolia, forsythia, cherry. Emerged all at once, as if there had been no winter. The wardrobe spat out the last hat and hungrily opens its doors. The menu offers a new collection and only your imagination sets limits. Your eyes glance over at the spring scenery, forever saving the most beautiful views. There, where the maple leaf lies, the saxophone, the snowball in your neck, the blossoming cherry tree, the scent of jasmine, the cat in your lap, the friend across the street and the new pair of shoes. Thoughts have fallen onto paper, crawling among the colorful thread, entangled in clothes where they are to eternally remain.