There’s a shimmer on a child’s hair, in the sunlight. There are rainbow colors in it, tiny, soft beams of just the same colors you can see in the dew sometimes.
— Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
For in song lies the mystery of Being.
— The Girl in the Tangerine Scarf by Mohja Kahf
A low fire burned on the hearth, warming the autumn air that, by morning, would cause a heavy mist to rise upon the fields.
— from At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon