Thursday, August 12

a square of gold

...sunshine threw a square of gold onto the earth floor and from outside came that familiar overture to the African morning: the swish-swish, swish-swish of a twig broom sweeping the path gently and rythmically, swish-swish, swish-swish, like the whisper of waves on a beach, broken by pauses and the padding of feet and the melody of high voices calling to each other in hope and laughter, for night was done with and the sun climbing up the sky.

~ from The Flame Trees of Thika, by Elspeth Huxley