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)
Saturday, December 1, 2012
holiday music
morgana and i went uptown to her ballet school for the mid-year evaluation meeting and passed a lot of holiday music along the way. you always know when it's christmas in nyc.
morgana was sad because le pain had no more hot chocolate, which she was hoping to have before tonight's rehearsal.
Flora said the last piece of music sounded like a duck!
ReplyDeleteoh yes, that's funny! it does! that's very good flora!
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