Milk-blue sky

I hope you find time, now and then, to lie in the long grass while birds fly above you, and may you, in such moments, enjoy the delerium that deletes the gap between you and the place.

‘… and I have lain down in the long grass while the ravens honked and flicked above me and the skuas cruised in a milk-blue sky, I have felt at times, and perhaps this is a kind of delerium, no gap between me and the place.’

See also a quote-rich mosaic review of this magnificent, entrancing book: a love letter to islands and a paean to the sea. 

Source: Adam Nicolson, Sea Room: An Island Life (London: Harper Collins, 2013 (2002)), p. 3