The thinnest sky, clear of all except trails of our own exhaust. No cover for the moon or the stars or the cold night, and the morning frost which will surely follow.
The simplest words, clear of all inference except of their actual one and only truth; love, life, danger, death.
The barest fields; clear of all except the turned over turfs. No cover for the fox, the hare, the weasel or the shrew, neither for the birds or the scavengers which will surely follow
The simplest words; clear to all, in appearance, in sound; even if not actually always apparent in their meaning.
The morning came as we knew it would, with a white silver covering to the grass, the leaves, the rooftops, and the stubble; all at the mercy of the sun, which will surely follow.
