‘The already setting sun, hidden while traversing these narrow waters, reappears now in full force; where it touches the liquid surface, this surface, only moments ago an unreassuring indicator of the river’s depth, appears almost opaque in the rays, as if covered again by a thin film of dust. Sunlight sprays in bursts across the branches and boughs of ash and willow trees; as if accompanied by the opening of parasols, one glides again across a tender and airy summer landscape flying the colors of fine weather prevailing.’
— Julien Gracq, The Narrow Waters
