The Service of Clouds
“She saw no one, kept away from the village and the farms. She did not eat, only once or twice dipped her hands into a stream and after drinking let the water run over them, silky, cold, but not in the least comforting. She would not be comforted. She had only this day in which to give vent to her feelings, and they must be allowed to spill over violently and run their course, before she clamped them down, buried them and made them impotent forever. Only, for now, there should be nothing to soot...he her, nothing to smooth the jagged edge of bitter disappointment.
She scrambled down ditches, and sat in the rough spiky grass, crying and never troubling to wipe the tears from her face. She saw the future she would have had, the streets she would have walked through in her new life, felt the weight of the books she would have carried on her arm, went quietly into the galleries and libraries of her mind and felt the grave and serious stillness of the air within them, crammed with words and colours and thoughts.MoreLess
She scrambled down ditches, and sat in the rough spiky grass, crying and never troubling to wipe the tears from her face. She saw the future she would have had, the streets she would have walked through in her new life, felt the weight of the books she would have carried on her arm, went quietly into the galleries and libraries of her mind and felt the grave and serious stillness of the air within them, crammed with words and colours and thoughts.MoreLess
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