Earth, my dearest...

"Earth, my dearest, I will.  Oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over - one of them, ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.  Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the first."
-  Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, 9th, 1923

Driving through the mountains on a rainy day feels much different than on a sunny one.  The mountains seem more solid, somehow, each leaning in with its stony wet face, inviting you to lay your cheek against it. Lush green plants gently wave their aromatic leaves, enticing you into this mountainside world.  A mountain bathed in mists is beautiful.
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