Monday, 6 August 2018

In Ireland

"A cool breeze bore odors of sea and soil and growth. High overhead, a lark sang."
-Poul Anderson, The Avatar, L, 400.

That is three senses in two sentences comprising one paragraph. The previous paragraph described:

gorse
bracken
a cliff
the sea, tawny, emerald and quicksilver
white surf roaring on rocks, skerries and steeps
land, rugged or verdant
a blue mountain
hawthorn hedges
chimney smoke
clouds
a rath, haunted by the Sidhe

A good place to return to from the end of the universe.

1 comment:

Sean M. Brooks said...

Kaor, Paul!

And, as we see in THE KING OF YS, Ireland used to be heavily forested. But time and the need for wood has eliminated those ancient forests. Only fairly small parks and woods are left now, I think.

Sean