light

It fell among some Reeds, which it thus addressed: “I wonder how you, who are so light and weak, are not entirely crushed by these strong winds.” They replied, “You fight and contend with the wind, and consequently you are destroyed; while we on the contrary bend before the least breath of air, and therefore remain unbroken, and escape.”

Growing from her shoulders were wings, gorgeous in color and so light that they fluttered if the slightest breath of air reached them.

The morning’s sun rose clear and resplendent, touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light.

On the very threshold she stopped short, wheeled about, came back and sat down by the table, light and glow as effectually blotted out as if some one had clapped an extinguisher on her.