I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.
Katherine MansfieldAch, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why canโt I talk to you in a big darkish room at late eveningโwhere the light is green from the waving trees outside? Iโd like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.
Katherine MansfieldIt's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.
Katherine MansfieldOh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.
Katherine Mansfield