It was as if Winter was saying to us:
"This is reality, whether you like it or not.
All those frivolities of summer,
the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything,
they were lies.
This is what is underneath, this is the truth."
"Its been autumn in this garden for twenty years. For twenty years it's smelt like this, and he's unlocked the garden gate in just this way and locked it again behind him. Time here is like a vast country to which one can return home season after season." - Jenny Espenneck