low-purring

Updated: May 1, 2025

Days of endless level landscapes under wide-arching skies, and nights in the open beneath the everlasting silent stars, give a man time to get close to himself, to relive his childhood, to measure human values, to hear the voice in the storm-cloud and the song of low-purring winds, to harden against the monotonous glare of sunlight, to defy the burning heat, and to feel aye, to feel the spell of crystal day-dawns and the sweetness of velvet-shadowed twilights.

Margaret Hill McCarter - Vanguards of the Plains