"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 honey sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost."
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters On Cezanne
Alan and I have been doing a lot of driving around Northern California this vacation. We do that most years, but there has been more rain this autumn, then in previous years, which had lead to some dark roads earlier in the day, which I love, but can sometimes play havoc with a general mood I want to have on my blog!
Much like politics, this autumn has had moments of amazing light, and other moments of cold, almost frightening darkness. You turn a corner on a lonely road, and you wonder what you will see around the next curve. Will it be a frightening, dark filled bumpy road? Or will it be a sign of "Gas Food And Lodging?"
I think it's fitting that American elections are held in the middle of autumn, where one's thoughts of how fragile the immediate future is, and how life becomes shorter with each passing sunset, blend with a warm autumn sun and a cool breeze of the fact that there is also a lot to look forward to.
"There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood...
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and purple and crimson keeping time."
Leaf Of The Day
October 29th 2016