"It bro't back old times so vividly. So it did in the evening, when I went after sunset down Kay Street to the termination. That low west that I've so often fed on, with a sombre but intense crimson vestige smouldering close to the horizon line, economical but profound, and the Western well of sky shading upward from it through infinite shades of of transparent luminosity in darkness to the deep blue darkness overhead. It was purely american."
|Kay St., RI|