What do you do with a sleepy, cold, rainy, quiet Sunday morning in Autumn? Sip a pot of hot black tea, and sketch the essence of fall -- a colorful leaf. This bristle-tipped oak leaf caught my eye on a recent hike, so I scooped it up and set it on the table where I have my morning tea. Finally a moment to sketch it, I fell into that timeless time, the meditative state we drop into when we draw. Art connects us to nature and heals us.
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