Leaves of Autumn

A yard in the Abbey of Novalese

The Benedictine Abbey of Novalese lies hidden in the hills of Piedmont, in the north-western part of Italy. In its heart was this small yard desolate and covered with leaves from a big tree growing right in the middle. The place couldn’t look more picturesque early in the morning: grass pearled with dew, the music of cowbells and an occasional moo, noise of a waterfall nearby obscured by heavy fog. Actually fog rather often serves as a sui generis door or a passage between the worlds. It seems the place you get to through the fog exists in a parallel timeline and a different reality. And if it were not for the fog you wouldn’t otherwise be able to get there. Yeah, I’m idealizing nature sometimes but in the rational and rationalized world there should be some place left for stardust.🙂

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