I'm reading 'The woman in white' by Wilkie Collins and I've though that these three descriptions from the first chapter whould be fit with two my watercolors of London.
‘It was the
last day of July. The long hot Summer was drawing to a close; and we, the weary
pilgrims of the London pavement were beginning to think of the cloud-shadows on
the corn-fields, and the Autumn breezes on the sea shore.’
‘The
evening was still and cloudy; the London air was at its heaviest; the distant
hum of the street-traffic was at its faintest; the small pulse of the life
within me, and the great heart of the city around me, seemed to be sinking in
unison, languidly and more languidly, with the sinking sun.’
‘The quiet
twilight was still trembling on the topmost ridges of the heath and the view of
London below me had sunk into a black gulf in the shadow of the cloudy night’
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