My sister pointed out this sentence so I want to ask you what you think. How does sentence, published in a novel, strike you: “The beauty of [the town] was evident even in the autumn twilight.”
The paragraph goes on to describe the beauty of the town, especially in autumn with its tree lined streets . . .its hair with a luster as Fall hits the air. . . . I know you in Autumn, and I must be there. I’m sorry. I lost myself in another thought for a moment.
Anyway, what do you think of that sentence?
I think I know what the author meant. The twilight muted the colors, making the beauty harder to see. But “autumn twilight” is in itself such a beautiful thought that it kind of contradicts itself. The sentence would have been better re-written.
My sister thought the same thing. She said, “What town isn’t beautiful in the autumn twilight?”
Gary, Indiana.
Ha! I’ll go with that. Toledo, Ohio, looks like a pit as well.
In Houston there is no authumn twilight. No autumn. Nine months of summer. One month of fall, not autumn. One month of almost winter, and then a very warm spring.
Your verification question is wrong, too. In West Texas where I’m from, grass is mostly brown.
Heh, heh. I don’t think I can . . . hmmm, maybe I can.
It’s mostly a waste of ink (or pixels). Don’t tell me “the town is beautiful.” Describe the things that make the town beautiful.