Is fall working its magic on you yet?
“At no other time (than autumn) 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.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
I’m savoring it just now on a trip to Minnesota, where the killer combo of turning leaves and beautiful lakes brings me back to childhood, when the air smelled deliciously like charcoal and BBQ, and magical windy walks home from school turned our cheeks to apples and felt sacred. We friends in the neighborhood gobbled our dinners quickly to get back outside for one more round of kick the can or sardines as the skies darkened.
Find Part 2 right here.
Peace to you right where you are.