Eudora Welty's 'Chapter Thirty'

Chapter Thirty-three

The days of the raining month will seize the time this year in the gaps which the concrete wall preserves. And, as the periods bequeath their places to the ensuing seasons, the varying chromatic visages descend the stairs towards my premier age.

As the night inundates these hostile surroundings with its soporific showers and the writer descends the dark steps, the reasoning mind submerges itself in a lake of profound sleep. Hence, the impish friends of his verse swarm in these distant rooms and passages; the rising temperatures, nevertheless, call upon the rife spirits and goblins.