Excerpt from Sally Salt
It was barley dawn when Sally Salt walked across the fields. A dim, gray world still in its night-dream lay all about her. Trees and hills were colorless spaces of shadow, meadows sweeping in every direction were colorless spaces of light; and through the waiting silence of the earth - consciousness waking, but not yet sentient - the musical, monotonous ripple of the river reached her, unchanging, unhurrying, unresting - timeless. The same to-day as a million years ago, and the same through to-morrow's million years.
Excerpt from Sally Salt
It was barley dawn when Sally Salt walked across the fields. A dim, gray world still in its night-dream lay all about her. Trees and hills were colorless spaces of shadow, meadows sweeping in every direction were colorless spaces of light; and through the waiting silence of the earth - consciousness waking, but not yet sentient - the musical, monotonous ripple of the river reached her, unchanging, unhurrying, unresting - timeless. The same to-day as a million years ago, and the same through to-morrow's million years.