|"After the long unthinking darkness everything now began to happen at
once. The stars snapped shut, the sky bled green, vermilion tides ran
over the water, the hills around took on the colour of firebrick, and
the great sun drew himself at last raw and dripping from the waves.
Scarlet, purple and clinker-blue, the morning, smelling of thyme and
goats, of charcoal, splintered rock and man's long sojourn around this
lake, returned with a calling of dogs, the cough of asses and the
hoarse speech of the fisherman going down to the working sea."
|'A Rose for Winter', Laurie Lee