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 19, 2015
saturday morning
every morning i wake with a different piece of nutcracker music playing in my head. yesterday morning it was "grandfather's dance" from party scene. this morning it was the music that leads into the pantomime after angels (second act).
I love these little Wichtel! (There is a new German word for you.)
ReplyDeleteYes! That's a cute word :)
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