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)
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
early morning tea
i was out early this morning to have tea with my friends carol and janet.
everyone was walking to work and to school and all the flowers were in bloom.
but, thankfully, it was still cool enough for a hot chocolate.
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