“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 Cezanne

My lovelies, enjoy this evening of time, where day and night leave no room for quibbling, each equally gracing us with their magic.

Fall in love with Nature’s swift escape to the Under World, decomposing what we’ve inhaled through the summer and leaving us with nothing but introspection’s and a journey into our very darkness.