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Thinking about autumn and actually seeing autumn are things she likes to alternate on doing. Both forms are healthy, any way, for the imagination and eventually, for the hand and the canvass. (but there are cathartic heartbeats, gripping and momentous and shattering, and these heartbeats are what she needs to outline the veins of the canvass and her heart starts beating like an artist's heart)
Today's theme is autumn.
(and its crusty brown and green leaves and the steady golden sunlight and the tree stumps)
Teacher Rukia leads her kids back to the park-playground-mini forest where the kind Carrot-kun, Ichigo, treated them ice-cream.
Today's subject is painting.
(and that roughly translates to her kindergarten class painting messily using their short fingers on canvasses and that she has to constantly remind them not to lick anything but there are cries of liquid colorful candies and mushy chocolates and then she thinks of her mini-military how they get easily excited and wild when expose to new things and really, she doesn't want to face an angry horde of parents because of poisoning)
Rukia sits leaning on one of the tree stumps, her kids are scattered within a small circle where she could see them. She ponders about autumn: thinks of its prettiness and the usual overused poetry that come with it.
Rukia makes sure her kids are all quietly occupied, none of them licking something before going back to her canvass.
What would the color of the first leaf be?
To a person with a standard view of things, a brown is a brown, simply darker or lighter. There is no thrill of distinguishing ocher from mahogany from russet from copper from amber. Choices are easier and life is simpler. Rukia does not quite know the feeling because ironically, had her days been fragments of a television drama show, she'd be the passerby in the background. Rukia goes with the pace of life.
There are no exposition and climaxes, linear and normal like everybody else. But that's where the perk of it comes from: she can be excited about little different things every day. Flower pots and croissant and summer orange juice; winter morning and warm jasmine tea and fireplace; but there are peaks, too; childbirth and funerals and weddings and meeting people-
-Oh.
(she remembers bubble teas and trains and ice-creams)
Rukia draws the first leaf, and decides on amber.