“The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void. As the stars came nearer, the sky retreated deeper and deeper into the night color. The layers of the Border Range, indistinguishable one from another, cast their heaviness at the skirt of the starry sky in a blackness grave and somber enough to communicate their mass. The whole of the night scene came together in a clear, tranquil harmony.” IfsEnoughWholeEarthTogetherNightFallStarsSoundClearSkyLandColorSceneMoonMassHarmonyCastsCommunicateDeeperGravesSnowBeing TrueRangeBordersVoidLayersSkirtsBlacknessTranquilFreezingHeavinessSomberSwiftnessStarry Sky Book:Snow Country Source: Snow Country
“There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes.” EyeStarsColorPureAngelFoldsBlacknessRippleBlazing Author:Roger Zelazny