"What I want is a season of calm weather. Contemplation. I get this sometimes about 3 A.M. when I always wake, open my window and look at the sky over the apple trees. A tearing wind last night. Every sort of scenic effort—a prodigious toppling and clearing and massing, after the sunset that was so amazing L. made me come and look out of the bathroom window—a flurry of red clouds; hard; a water colour mass of purple and black, soft as a water ice; then slices of intense green stone; blue stone and a ripple of crimson light."
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 17 August 1938 (via proustitute)