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)
Monday, May 27, 2013
memorial day and heading home
we woke to a beautiful day on montauk.
after tea and pound cake, morgana and i said good-bye to everyone and headed home.
we stopped at the beach overlook on the old montauk highway.
everyone was out sunning themselves . . on memorial day.
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