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Today's quote:

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Bunt sind schon die Wälder


Melancholy is a cool morning with thick mist hanging over the river and knowing that winter isn't far away. And winter is the time of year when I once again question my decision to settle this far south.

I ease up on my self-flagellation when I realise that it was as unplanned as everything else in the pretzel-shaped course of my life. Add to this the current 'unreal' hiatus in all our lives, a time that will mark a 'before' and 'after' for perhaps generations to come.

"Do you remember a time when we used to go to a café to read the communal paper, when we judged a man's trustworthiness by the firmness of his handshake?" we might say to one another.

We may have to unlearn lifelong embodied instincts and get used to a dystopian future in which we all wear masks, sip our espressos at a polite distance, and video-chat with family members and friends far away.


Bunt sind schon die Wälder
Gelb die Stoppelfelder
Und der Herbst beginnt.
Rote Blätter fallen
Graue Nebel wallen –
Kühler weht der Wind

Wie die volle Traube
Aus dem Rebenlaube
Purpurfarbig strahlt!
Am Geländer reifen
Pfirsiche, mit Streifen –
Rot und weiß bemalt.

Geige tönt und Flöte
bei der Abendröte
und im Mondenglanz;
junge Winzerinnen
winken und beginnen
frohen Erntetanz.


"Melancholy is the happiness of being sad." Not me. Victor Hugo.

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