The other event was the evening itself. There are certain evenings here when the clouds gather in the east to cast the mountain ridges into deep shadow, the forest horizon becomes a mauve haze, and the rising masses of cloud catch the last rays of the vanished sun and reflects them with such intensity as to drop shadows from the eaves of the eastern walls of houses. The walls themselves then flush as with an inner light, as do the boles of trees, the petals of roses, the yellow explosions of scotch broom, the crowns of the apple orchard's newly leafed trees, and everything exposed to that extraordinary bloom of heavenly light which passes from white, to pink, to lavender, while the glowing world slowly fades. These few moments of evanescent luminance are astonishing. They are like a visual manifestation of ethereal music, or of an exotic fragrance which unexpectedly scents the soft air of common day. It feels as though time has caught its breath in astonishment, and hangs there for a moment, rapt, like a hummingbird feeding on the sweetest nectar imaginable.
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The Day Between Forgotten
The other event was the evening itself. There are certain evenings here when the clouds gather in the east to cast the mountain ridges into deep shadow, the forest horizon becomes a mauve haze, and the rising masses of cloud catch the last rays of the vanished sun and reflects them with such intensity as to drop shadows from the eaves of the eastern walls of houses. The walls themselves then flush as with an inner light, as do the boles of trees, the petals of roses, the yellow explosions of scotch broom, the crowns of the apple orchard's newly leafed trees, and everything exposed to that extraordinary bloom of heavenly light which passes from white, to pink, to lavender, while the glowing world slowly fades. These few moments of evanescent luminance are astonishing. They are like a visual manifestation of ethereal music, or of an exotic fragrance which unexpectedly scents the soft air of common day. It feels as though time has caught its breath in astonishment, and hangs there for a moment, rapt, like a hummingbird feeding on the sweetest nectar imaginable.
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