in-sweep

Updated: May 28, 2025

For a while, that night, she lay in a delicious tremor, listening to the bird-like chorus of the little frogs in the marsh, the booming of the big ones in the mill-pond, the water pouring over the dam with the sound of a low wind, and, as had all the sleeping things of the earth about her, she, too, sank to happy sleep. The in-sweep of the outside world was broadening its current now.

John Fox - The Trail of the Lonesome Pine