A marvelous metaphor this, the piercing joy of seeing a darting kingfisher. May you experience many such kingfisher-flaring moments.
And see another quotation which features a rainbow of metaphors to capture the colours of the kingfisher’s plumage.
‘That night and the night after and the night after, wherever she went, always in her own little circle of intimates, she brought a moment of joy, such as strikes deep to the heart on the river’s bank when the kingfisher suddenly flares across the water.’
Source: Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1968 (1945)), p. 173
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