pearl-covered

Updated: May 27, 2025

The curtains well drawn over the double glass windows, the cosy hearth-fire sending forth its ruddy flame as the only light of the room, the monotonous song of the samovar bubbling near the cups of tea all the seclusion of life isolated by an idolizing love had dulled their perceptions to the fact that the afternoons were growing longer, that outside the sun was shining later and later into the pearl-covered depths of the clouds, and that a timid and pallid Spring was beginning to show its green finger tips in the buds of the branches suffering the last nips of Winter that wild, black boar who so often turned on his tracks.

Vicente Blasco Ibáñez - The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse