Eudora Welty Quote
When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits and starts, not the way they did in the evening in sustained and drowsy songs.
The Wide Net and Other Stories (ed. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1974) - ISBN: 9780547636917