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July 8

The instinct for worship occurs rhythmically⁠—at morning and evening. This is natural, for twice a day at sunrise and sunset⁠—however work-sodden we may be, however hypnotised by daily routine⁠—our natural impulse is (provided we are awake) to look to the horizon at the sun and stand a moment with mute lips. During the course of the day or night, we are too occupied or asleep⁠—but sunrise is the great hour of the departure and sunset is the arrival at the end. Everything puts on a mysterious appearance⁠—tonight the tops of the elms seemed supernaturally high and, pushing up into the sky, had secret communion with the clouds; the clouds seemed waiting for a ceremony, a way had been prepared by the tapissier, a moment of suspense while one cloud stretched to another like courtiers in whispered conversation; a rumour of the approach; then slowly the news came through that the sun had arrived for immediate departure.