THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

So the storm lasted until dusk.  But then a small red spot came and sat upon the summit of one of the inky hills, sole in the waste of angry sky, and by and bye it spread its wings like a crimson bird, and then it was a bar of flame, and then a river of orange and copper flowing all along the ridge, and next a wide gap of gold and crimson in the torn sky, piercing the mists with shafts of radiant light.  And then the sun sank, and the crimson paled, and the hilltops swam in a sea of watery green and opal.

Norway/Highways