chanda and i went uptown with morgana today to her ballet rehearsal. we
read and knitted until she finished and then stopped at whole foods for
baby spinach to go into an omelette for dinner. greg made the omelette
for us. he's the omelette king.
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)