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, January 31, 2017
breakfast, tech and hot chocolate . . with snowman
it snowed all day today . .
but i didn't go out until 7 pm when chanda had her tech rehearsal for her modern dance teacher's show this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe hot chocolate looks "lecker."
Did you make the snowman?
ReplyDeleteNo! I wonder who did . . !
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