Knowing the hues

Though I’ve always been fascinated by you, I kept myself away. I never tried to know you, until my friend’s little gift made me try my luck with you. Hesitantly, I dipped my brushes in sunlight, dripped blood on the white paper. When crimson mixed with yellow, i felt the happiness and serenity of sunset. The branches grew out with no leaves. I realized its autumn. The Fall. I wondered what secrets lay beyond what I could behold. The trees looked like on fire. The red hot flames were spreading. I could feel the heat. My fingers got burnt. I dropped my brush.

My first painting.