tones of the earth, some vermillion and ochre, the remnants of burnt terra cotta. paint the canvas sidewalks with pigments of past-lives. bare trees, naked branches. the hard crunch of dead leaves beneath rubber soles of laced-up boots. cyclic reminders that the giants shed their skin too; cower to their own survival instincts. crisp air, warm cinnamon. some things end before they can begin again.