“At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.
“Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
“For me, it is a foretaste of all of my life of faith. Each year repeats itself, proclaiming more loudly than before,
“It is not over, it is just beginning. Wait ‘til next year and see how much more glorious it will be.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke
As you can see from my previous post “Herbsttag” I am still reading Rilke when I find time. Longing for the wonderful days of my youth when I could read at leisure!