Paul Cezanne Card Players

Paul Cezanne Card PlayersLaurie Maitland fireWilliam Bouguereau Innocence
speeding over the grassland had no meaning at all.
Nevertheless, they looked as if they did. They looked tense and driven with purpose. The whole night did. Mary felt it, too, except that she didn't know what that purpose was. But unlike her, the clouds seemed to know what they tossing its great head in a dialogue with the urgent wind. They had things to say, and she couldn't hear them.
She hurried toward it, moved by the excitement of the night, and desperate to join in. This was the very thing she'd told Will about when he asked if she missed Godwere doing and why, and the wind knew, and the grass knew. The entire world was alive and conscious.Mary climbed the slope and looked back across the marshes, where the incoming tide laced a brilliant silver through the glistening dark of the mudflats and the reed beds. The cloud-shadows were very clear down there; they looked as if they were fleeing something frightful behind them, or hastening to embrace something wonderful ahead. But what that was, Mary would never know.She turned toward the grove where her climbing tree stood. It was twenty minutes' walk away; she could see it clearly, towering high and