Alice in the Park – Dry Grass All Around and a New Forest

Alice walked along a path. She chose a way. And now she's following the trail. Yellow autumn leaves all around. And a bunch of half-withered autumn plants. Such yellow grass. Already dry. And some blades of grass almost like sticks. Everything changes so much here.

'How everything changes here,' Alice thought to herself.

'Where did I turn?' Alice thought. Some doubts seemed to be creeping into her head. These are new friends.

'This is what new friends are like! These doubts!' Alice thought.

'Perhaps I should turn the other way after all? "Or no, everything's all right," Alice still hesitated. And she walked further and further along this path.

The path led somewhere else. And the further... Everything seemed autumnal. Somehow new and autumnal. Of course, this was a new turn. And everything beyond it was new. Alice's thoughts were all over the place as she walked. She thought about caterpillars. Green ones. About ants. But she'd seen plenty of those already. About leaves. And there were plenty of leaves, too. And this captured her consciousness.

Sometimes, whole branches lay strewn along the path. Someone had clearly left them there. They certainly couldn't have fallen here on their own. The branches were all different. And already leafless. But some branches were very branchy. And some were just like sticks. Almost straight.

"Who came up with all this?" Alice asked herself out loud. Knowing that no one else was here but her. She almost tripped over one of the branches as she walked. But the branches are small and don't cause much harm. You can't even trip over them. It's just that sometimes there's a whole pile of them on the road. But most often, it's just one branch at a time. And then it all repeats again. Another branch. As if the path is identical and repeating. Like a fractal calculation.

And now Alice sees a turn. The path turns again. Before this, she was walking in a straight line. And then another turn. Alice is already confused which way it goes. It's good that there are no forks yet. And here it is, like an exit from the fractal. An exit from the cycle. The cycle is over.

Alice was thinking about the cycle. It really fascinated her. Because there is a lot of the same grass here. And the path went in a straight line. As if someone deliberately threw twigs here to break the cycle. To end the cycle.

And now the grass is autumnal too. So yellow. Dry. And high. And a path. The forest transformed slightly, taking on another aspect of autumn. And a breeze blew. Quite cool. Alice even felt a little chill for a few seconds. Overall, it's warm here. But the breeze can be chilly.

The grass grew. And it was tall. It was already drying in this spot. And everything here is so yellow. And dark yellow.

"Path, path, where do you lead?" Alice began to sing a cheerful song. First slower, and then a little faster. More fun that way.

"Oh! Oh, oh! I'm even making up a song!" Alice said cheerfully. And she was already laughing.

"Path, path, where do you lead?" Alice decided to return to her musical exercises again. She was a musician, after all. Then Alice remembered. And an astrophysicist and a musician. And a reader of fantasy books. And Alice in Wonderland.