Original artwork description:

On a crisp autumn morning, there's a special kind of joy in kicking up fallen leaves, listening for that satisfying crunch beneath your feet.
It's a small, perfect memory born of a simple walk, the sound of autumn ringing clear and bright in the still air.
This joy can only be found in the woods during the fall—where the forest floor becomes a canvas of golds, oranges, and deep reds, each leaf a brief yet beautiful mark of life's constant cycles.
In these moments, the changing of the seasons teaches us something deep about acceptance and the beauty found in transformation.
The walk itself becomes a quiet meditation, a simple joy that reminds us of the power of being present and embracing the fleeting nature of all things.
Each step through the rustling leaves is a small awakening—a reminder of how change, though inevitable, brings its own unique kind of peace.

Materials used:

Acrylic, Pencil, Ink

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