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“Magical flowers were humming. The turf slopes cradled *him.* Beasts of a fabulous elegance were circulating. Storm clouds were piling up on the rising…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“It was a clear, bright, beautiful day, the air tinged with salt, the climbing roses blooming. The graveyard was filled with sunlight.”

— Alice Hoffman

“Sir William had only stayed in our company for two nights before leaving during a spectacularly blustery storm. As I watched him leave I…

— M.L LeGette

“He liked seeing the world through her eyes. The night, to him, was rather ordinary, overlaid with London's crowded odors and a damp that…

— Sherry Thomas

“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust…

— Elizabeth Enright

“She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot…

— Elizabeth George Speare

“Out of a still, clear day, the wind suddenly picked up. It bowed the grass in his direction, unaccountably lifting his spirits and making…

— Nancy Pickard

“When I walk out, I am a great event. I do not have to think, or even rehearse. What happens in me will happen…

— Sylvia Plath

“It was a gorgeous end-of-summer-just-starting-to-befall day. The trees swayed in the breeze. The sky was the color of cornflowers.”

— Jacqueline Davies

“As he enjoyed the evening, his eyes kept being drawn to the shadow by the shed. Something was in the shadow. It looked like…

— C.L. McCourt

“... right glad is the grass that grows in the open, when the damp dewdrops are dripping from the leaves, to greet a gay…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“I looked up through a scatter of fluttering leaves silhouetted against the rosy autumn sunset.”

— Ben Carson