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)
Monday, November 23, 2020
monday morning
it's such a dark, yet pretty, rainy monday morning. i'm having sour cream coffee cake from the apple farmer with coffee from my stove top espresso maker.
Sounds like the perfect thing to do! It has been very grey here also. Nobody feels like going outside.
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