rock-cones

Updated: May 13, 2025

Westward from Suakin stretched the desert, with all that it meant to this man whom it had smitten and cast out the quiet padding of the camels' feet in sand; the great rock-cones rising sheer and abrupt as from a rippleless ocean, towards which you march all day and get no nearer; the gorgeous momentary blaze of sunset colours in the west; the rustle of the wind through the short twilight when the west is a pure pale green and the east the darkest blue; and the downward swoop of the planets out of nothing to the earth.

A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) Mason - The Four Feathers