W. Jude Aher - the butterfly and the rose

Edwin Smith, The Lagoon, Venice, 1961

It is “a crisp frosty November night, with the lights dry and bright against the hard black edges of the dark” and “the rain, with the wet black tree-skeletons against the limpid streetlights and gray November mist.”

— The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, diary entry no. 35 & 31, 1950