Grasses fascinate me. Such a strong species. Yet so delicate to look at. Their quiet beauty magnified by the background of riotous colours of the other plants. I can almost feel the grass running through my fingers. I see the graceful, gentle movements in the wind. I hear the dryness rubbing against dryness. Such wildness of colours, lines and forms. How does nature make such pleasing sights from such apparent chaos? How wonderful our minds that can hold the universe and release the emotion of a warm day in autumn.