They passed out of the shade beneath the eaves and flew into sunglare and silence and it was an action she only partly saw, elusive and mutely beautiful, the birds so sunstruck they were consumed by light, disembodied, turned into something sheer and fleet and scatter-bright.
Don DeLilloThat's why people take vacations. No to relax or find excitement or see new places. To escape the death that exists in routine things.
Don DeLillo