Polgahawela [Field of Coconuts]

I went to the Rest House and lay in a long chair on the veranda, now I was bathed, embraced by the soft, warm, damp, luxuriance of the tropics. Here life was full of trees and changing leaves, it seemed embowered in ferns and flowers. As I lay back in my chair and looked up into the sky through the great trees, I saw through the branches the brilliant glittering stars, and all around the branches and the changing leaves were hundreds of tiny little brilliant glittering stars weaving a continually moving pattern – hundreds of fireflies.

Leonard Woolf: Growing: 1904-1911


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