Thursday, March 24, 2011
Ethel Wilson's "Hurry, Hurry"

"When the mountains beyond the city are covered with snow to their base, the late afternoon light falling obliquely from the west upon the long slopes discloses new contours.  For a few moments of time the austerity vanishes, and the mountains appear innocently folded in furry white.  Their daily look has gone.  For these few moments the slanting rays curiously discover each separate tree behind each separate tree in the infinite white forests.  Then the light fades, and the familiar mountains resume their daily look again.  The light has gone, but those who have seen it will remember."

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