“Yesterday I watched a curious nightfall. The cloud ceiling took on a warm tone, deepened, and departed as if drawn on a leash. I could no longer see the fat snow flying against the sky; I could see it only as it fell before dark objects. Any object at a distance –like the dead, ivy-covered walnut I see from the bay window- looked like a black and white frontispiece seen through a sheet of white tissue. It was like dying, this watching the world recede into deeper and deeper blues while the snow piled; silence swelled and extended, distance dissolved, and soon only concentration at the largest shadows let me make out the movement of falling snow, and that too failed. The snow on the yard was blue as ink, faintly luminous; the sky violet. The bay window betrayed me, and started giving me back the room’s lamps. It was like dying, that growing dimmer and deeper and then going out.”
Quote by Annie Dillard
Work
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is a non-fiction book that delves into the intricate details of the natural environment surrounding the creek, offering a blend of ecological research and personal reflection. The author's detailed observations of the creek's ecosystem are woven together with philosophical and spiritual insights, creating a unique narrative that celebrates the beauty and complexity of the natural world. more
Author
Annie Dillard is an American author known for her unique writing style and profound observations of nature. Born on April 30, 1945, she has written several notable works, including 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek' and 'Under the Sun'. more
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