I have been yearning for book that feels like shade of Prussian blue in the sky before rain. I want it to make me feel the gentle hush that settles over waltzing trees as wind carries the first fragrance of wet-soaked earth. The stillness of birds lingering on pine green branches. Earth’s quite hums as she gently coaxes worms to the surface to greet the season’s arrival.

Reading it could feel like standing in the moment before and after the first drop of silvery rain, when the world falls quiet and all the remains is you and the way your heart receives it all.

P.S. I've been yearning for the Black Forest since June. I saw on Instagram today that Heather Fawcett's next Emily Wilde book is set in Schwarzwald but it'll take months. I want words to feel the Black Forest this week before rainy days in my country disappear again.

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