Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Wonderful October Afternoons

“Thus, during this October month of wonderful afternoons they roved along the meads by creeping paths, which followed the brinks of trickling tributary brooks, hopping across by little wooden bridges to the other side and back again. They were never out of the sound of some purling weir, whose buzz accompanied their own murmuring, while the beams of the sun, almost as horizontal as the mead itself, formed a pollen of radiance over the landscape. They saw tiny blue frogs in the shadow of the trees and hedges, all the time that there was bright sunshine elsewhere. The sun was so near the ground, and the sward so flat, that the shadows of Clare and Tess would stretch a quarter of a mile ahead of them, like two  long fingers pointing afar to where green alluvial reaches abutted against the sloping sides of the vale.” 

– Thomas Hardy (Tess of the D'urbervilles)

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