There’s a clarity and endlessness to a sky that’s been cleansed by rain.  And ‘bruised by the light’, what a phrase!

‘Spinning between the towns one is constantly bruised by the light, as though everything had been torn from a rain-washed sky.’

Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 179

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