gray-webbed

Updated: May 18, 2025

She felt, even without knowing it, the weight of the Silences, the solemnities of sky and sea in these low regions where all things seem to dream waters and grasses with their momentary wavings, woods gray-webbed with mosses that drip and drool, horizons with their delusions of vapor, cranes meditating in their marshes, kites floating in the high blue.... Even the children were singularly quiet; and their play less noisy though she could not have learned the difference than the play of city children.

Lafcadio Hearn - Chita: a Memory of Last Island