The spirit of mélange was passing by. A yellow colored leaf flew by her. She looked down and realizes that it is already fall. She feels glad and welcomed by the yellow, orange, red, brown and green leaves on the tree. She decides to spend some time around the place. Looking around, she sees a differently colored and dressed people sitting together. She knows she is the reason she can see people of different ethnicities sitting together. Hence she eavesdrops to learn what they thought of her. She takes a drink at the fountain. It tastes sweeter than the fountain in her Elysian lawns. She discovers the reason is the love for her by those she is sitting around. Though they cannot see or feel her, they recognize her presence. They happily accepted her and what she brought to Earth. They loved and respected each other. Hence she walks out of the arch victoriously, reaches the top of the tower and eventually dissipates into her adobe spreading her magical fragrance all over again.

The unusual and the unimaginable, roaming side by side. Colors ignite while textures collide. New York acts as the setting. An environment, home to creatures we define as the eccentric. Paths are created by the gaps between each, forming snake-like formations intertwining often. To venture into one of these slithering roads is to enter a world of constant change. I brush past a coated being, adorned by hues, soft as one can imagine. An ornamented form casts a shadow over me, donning a plethora of trinkets. The usual nudge by a sharp edge passes by, unaware of its interaction with a straight, limited sight. Ground and metal meet as a smoothly travelling character rests atop man’s tool of travel. I become a passerby and one more among each change.