All of the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no further innovations of tone and tempo were conceivable. Then they hushed and ate barbecue.
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What thin...
They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.
She knew because she looked.
For no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you....
It is so easy to be hopeful in the day time when you can see the things you wish on.