y. It didn’t matter. It o me.

    In t, teeply and is covered in patc levels out and trees again. Because of t provides an unexpected vantage point from   I stopped, on my tage.

    t remained of it,  a gray sky. tories on t-ed by its dark stone lintel and teps t led up to it, but tself   a day to be open to ts, and I sled one cats . Like taken t of t. t-ill largely intact, to judge by tion of t  to go. as all t mac myself t looked as if tones still standing, pale and insubstantial as rice paper, seemed ready to melt a stood there long enough.

    My camera angled it from under my coat and raised it to my eyes. as it possible to capture t appearance of tness? I doubted it but o try.

    I ing tance lens  t my g. t excitedly.  ? A uned to see more clearly.

    One of to ted t of it. It ed smile er—I could see it  on iff as a soldier ood, c out, ent ration to keep too-large  from slipping.

    Just as ruck  of sun-ligs ing  of glory. I clicked tter and my po aken. t, over  s sign, and to , in the house, a dismal smudge of gray.

    took my eye off to uck my camera a , tes, equal stride, equal erbalance to tails of tos barely skimming t to lift into the air and fly.

    JANE EYRE AND thE FURNACE

    back to Yorksion for my banis. Judited me rained smile. t  under ed in sains back a feing room, exposing a bit more  it made no difference to ted  s tether.

    t  felt like an eternity. Often nig never quite day, t of t of time. Miss inter arrived late