Moving Across an Autumn Forest and My Straw Hat.

A lil murmur of the stream and crunchy sound between the heap of leaves in the forest… made a shaky quiver. A hat spun with straws and his mustard shirt seemed more of the colour- ochre. It was definitely full of stains and paints; mud and scratches. Reluctant, hesitant and with wonder in his bigContinue reading “Moving Across an Autumn Forest and My Straw Hat.”