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, July 13, 2019
in the evening . .
kendall and i like to sit outside at the whitney on their terrace cafe (when it's not 97 degrees out) . .
and watch the lights come on over the city . .
and the moon rise . . greg would like this too . .
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