One of Those Days
"So
fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that
the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in
the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. A steamer far out
at sea had drawn in the air a great scroll of smoke which stayed there
curving and circling decoratively, as if the air were a fine gauze which
held things and kept them softly in its mesh, only gently swaying them
this way and that. And as happens sometimes when the weather is very
fine, the cliffs looked as if they were conscious of the ships, and the
ships looked as if they were conscious of the cliffs, as if they
signalled to each other some message of their own. For sometimes quite
close to the shore, the Lighthouse looked this morning in the haze an
enormous distance away."
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
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