Virginia and the Seaside

by Charlotte Reads Classics

This is the image I have in my head whilst I read To The Lighthouse. The writing is beautiful;

“So she looked over her shoulder, at the town. The lights were rippling and running as if they were drops of silver water held firm in a wind.”

“So with all the lamps put out, the moon sunk, and a thin rain drumming on the roof a downpouring of immense darkness began. Nothing, it seemed, could survive the flood, the profusion of darkness which, creeping in at keyholes and crevices, stole round window blinds, came into bedrooms, swallowed up here a jug and basin, there a bowl of red and yellow dahlias, there the sharp edges and firm bulk of a chest of drawers.”

“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it.”

Photograph by riö scarlett.