west-like

Updated: May 13, 2025

Above the two young cousins, scudding along that ridge between the country and the town, three thin white clouds trailed slowly towards the west-like tired seabirds drifting exhausted far out from land on a sea blue to blackness with unfathomable depth. For an hour those two rode silently into the country. "Have we come far enough?" Martin said at last. Thyme shook her head.

John Galsworthy - Fraternity