“In a flash, the very instant he had risen clear, the pilot found a peace that passed his understanding. Not a ripple tilted the plane but, like a ship that has crossed the bar, it moved across a tranquil anchorage. In an unknown and secret corner of the sky it floated, as in a harbour of the Happy Isles. Below him still the storm was fashioning another world, thridded with squalls and cloudbursts and lightnings, but turning to the stars a face of crystal snow.”
(Night Flight by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
After wanting to do this for a couple of years, I finally picked up my second-hand volume of Saint-Exupéry last week to read it again.
(The things blogging does for you:
I swear I read more than ever since I started blogging.
I don’t know where I’m finding the time.)
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