dapurinthos:

“I saw the sun again, the moon and the stars; the olive trees flashing silver in the wind, the purple, metalic sheen of the sea at sunset; the shifting brown and blue tones of the plain. The fragrance of the thyme fields wafted over to me; I felt how soft the air was.”

— Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)