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)
Happy first Sunday of advent :-). Poor hermione I hope she is soon feeling better xx
ReplyDeleteThank you, San :) Happy Advent! xoxo
DeleteThat is a pretty count-down candle, Dorina! Normally my aunt sends us one, but we have not gotten her Advent package yet.
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