Autumn Rain(s)
One of the biggest blessings I find since moving to Salzburg is that of nature on the tip of my toes. Even chamois-bearing woods are just a walk away and stepping out of the door into the crisp morning air I am reminded of something photography is so painfully lacking for me: Although often we trust it’s ability to record, it will never have this startling effect of a scent,who – within split-seconds – can be found pulling from underneath deep layers on the grounds of our memory.
Yes, I go by rains as much as Dylan Thomas did and think of my dear and talented friend Pearl, who I got to share a whole lot these with last year, alongside an amazing cookbook adventure. What wondrous talent autumn has setting our mood to a cosy melancholy, fireplaces lit and tucking up underneath woolen blankets, which warm the coldest of feet.
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