nothing much at all.

Black ink on the crisp white paper.

Empty your mind through the tip of the pen, frantic and weaving. Chaos and order, the yellow leaves spin from the sky and I slowly walk through my day. The trees lose their cover and show their secrets to the world, but the busy people bustle along too quickly to see. Heavy heat on a cloudy day. The haze settles in my mind, my motions are slow.

A stranger's eyes and a slight smile on his face.

A man with no shoes is perched on the curb, his body curled around the sketch his fingers deftly create. Sticks of color that shed their light, a flurry of motion and an image emerges. I lose myself for a moment and as I look up, he bikes away.

If you found the answer, could you code it into words?