Word Art 003

 

"Standing under the airship, his bare feet in the grass, he was transfixed. It was, he would say, 'fearfully beautiful.' He could feel the rumble of the craft's engines tilling the air but couldn't make out the silver skin, the sweeping ribs, the finned tail. He could see only the blackness of the space it inhabited. It was not a great presence but a great absence, a geometric ocean of darkness that seemed to swallow heaven itself."

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand