The sky stands firmly, solidly, with both feet on the ground. It leans on it. And the earth gladly accepts and loves it. The sky envelops and embraces it. It caresses it. It pours rain on it, blows it with winds, and covers it with snow.
And in the evening, when the earth is ready, the sky comes to have dinner with her. And he brings with him a gift of the fiery sun, which the earth gladly hides in the pantry.
And the earth was preparing for this dinner. There are baked breads on the table, collected milk, and eggs. The hands of the earth smell of milk and bread.
The husband smells like wind, and the wife smells like smoke.