Wednesday morning, 18th March 2015, Spring Equinox

How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Fraily. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop fractured by a tiny jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapour as if earth were breathing in and out, once, twice, for the first time. Then under the dullness someone walks with a green light. Then off twists a white wraith. The woods throb blue and green, and gradually the fields drink in red, gold, brown. Suddenly a river snatches a blue light. The earth absorbs the colour like a sponge slowly drinking water. It puts on weight; rounds itself; hangs pendent; settles and swings beneath our feet.

Virginia Wolf, The Waves, 1931