When she had first lit the fire and begun reading, the light had been bright and even and the sky graded rather too evenly from horizon to zenith, white to blue, in the way Ada associated with landscape paintings of less than the highest quality. But now the seal of evening was on the wooden hillsides and the pastures. The sky broke into bands and whorls of muted color until the entire west was like the marbled endpapers of her journal.

~Charles Frazier(Cold Mountain)~