As the sun began to rise I saw the clouds in the sky in bands, rose on blue. And then as the midnight blue lightened, the clouds near the horizon became orange so bright they seemed lit from within. The pines stood against the brilliant, golden-orange clouds in a row of stark silhouettes. Looking above the pines one could see, against the blue and rose bands of the sky, a tangled November lace of black branches.
That first I saw without. The second thing I saw within. Wilkie Collins showed me a strange sight set in Shetland. He described the ruddy light of a fire late in the day. In a darkened room by the firelight appeared a veiled woman playing on an ancient harp. Around her were six cats, and as she played they danced around her like living shadows.
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AR // November 15, 2007 at 7:27 am |
Veiled women are the best kind. I aspire to be a veiled woman some day.