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, November 25, 2012
nutcracker dinner
today i walked around during the nutcracker rehearsal.
and then joined everyone for a "mary/babcock/putnam bradlee" dinner at dean's pizza on 85th street.
it's a large space and fun to go to with a big group.
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