by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
second night
it's one of the biggest storms we've had. the snow is piling up outside on the window, which i don't actually remember happening before! it's the way the wind is blowing.
it's one of the biggest storms we've had. the snow is piling up outside on the window, which i don't actually remember happening before! it's the way the wind is blowing.
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