Vidal Gore — Eighteen Seventy [3242]

Emma kissed her hand to me, and as she did I saw between us, for a brief hallucinatory moment, a single white locust blossom spinning slowly, slowly, like a summer snowflake. — Vidal Gore, Eighteen Seventy, 3242

Note

The imagery of the locust blossom spinning like a snowflake creates a haunting visual that blends beauty with a sense of melancholy, encapsulating the emotional weight of the moment.