Ravines are humid. The stones and sands piled up in a heap on the side of road. I remembered climbing up the slope to do a project with my classmate, Doris. She videographed me tying ropes on the trees to draw shapes. It was hard. It was raining that day. It had a specific smell of autumn. It felt cold was rushing into my nostrils. There was a river in the ravines. I often watched it run standing on the side of the banks. There were lots of rocks in the river. I stared at them for long hours hearing the sound of rivers like a spring blooming in the damp and grey afternoon. Etc.