That fleeting instant known as the "exquisite hour" when day turns to night and the sun gives way to the moon. At that very moment, at the edge of a pond, the dark blue, almost violet irises stretch their long, slender silhouettes and diffuse their bewitching, powdery fragrance into the humid night air.
That fleeting instant known as the "exquisite hour" when day turns to night and the sun gives way to the moon. At that very moment, at the edge of a pond, the dark blue, almost violet irises stretch their long, slender silhouettes and diffuse their bewitching, powdery fragrance into the humid night air.
That fleeting instant known as the "exquisite hour" when day turns to night and the sun gives way to the moon. At that very moment, at the edge of a pond, the dark blue, almost violet irises stretch their long, slender silhouettes and diffuse their bewitching, powdery fragrance into the humid night air.