now-winter-comes-slowly:“The Night transfigures all things in a way,” he was saying; “but nothing so
now-winter-comes-slowly:“The Night transfigures all things in a way,” he was saying; “but nothing so searchingly as trees. From behind a veil that sunlight hangs before them in the day they emerge and show themselves. Even buildings do that—in a measure—but trees particularly. In the daytime they sleep; at night they wake, they manifest, turn active—live.” - Algernon Blackwood, The Man Whom the Trees LovedArt: Winter Landscape by Carol Collette -- source link