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| "In spring it is the dawn that is most
beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them." "In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when it rains, how beautiful it is!" "In autumn the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests . . . When the sun has set, one's heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the insects." "In winter, the early mornings. It is beautiful indeed when the snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the ground is white wih frost. . . But as noon approaches and the cold wears off, . . soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes." Sei Shonagon -"The Pillow Book" |