aetherially

Updated: June 14, 2025

And beyond all, the blue mountains, aetherially light, like dreams on the horizon; and above all, the radiant serenity of the sky. Ah! there spoke the nightingales, and that same melancholy note of the little brown owl which used to haunt the olive grounds of Marinata. Lucy held her breath. The tears rushed into her eyes tears of memory, tears of longing. But she drove them back.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - Eleanor