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)
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
the babysitting job before the journey
chanda and i took tsamaret and moriah to the river park to run around a little. it was such a beautiful day.
the blue star flowers all nodded their heads at tsamaret and moriah . .
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