“Purity of Morning”
“The morning had a wonderful purity about it. the low-slung sun, which might have been a mighty fireball in preparation to be launched in a battle of giants, cast long shadows on the ground. Trees spread Rorschach-test shadows three times their size. Bushes seemed to be perfectly twofold, with an equal part of vegetation above and on the ground. The air was so sweet and fresh that one wanted to suck it in deeply for the sheer delight of the sensation.”