Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.
Zora Neale HurstonThe morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquetโฆ From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.
Zora Neale Hurston