Nicolas De Stael Agrigente 1953

Nicolas De Stael Agrigente 1953Rodney White Small ChangeRodney White Share a Random MomentUnknown Artist Woodland WalkUnknown Artist football
Magrat hovered on her broomstick several hundred feet above the Turnwise borders of Lancre, looking down on a sea of mist through which the occasional treetop poked like a seaweed-covered rock at high tide. A bulging moon floated above her, probably gibbous again. Even a decent thin crescent would have been better, she felt. Granny's implicit belief that everything should get out of her way extended to other witches, very tall trees and, on occasion, mountains.More appropriate.She shivered, and wondered where Granny Weatherwax was at this moment.The old witch's broomstick was known and feared throughout the skies of Lancre. Granny had been introduced to flying quite late in life, and after some initial suspicion had taken to it like a bluebottle to an ancient fish-head. A problem, however, was that Granny saw every flight simply as a straight line from A to B and was unable to get alongside the idea that other users of the air might have any rights whatsoever; the flight migration patterns of an entire continent had been changed because of that simple fact. High-speed evolution among local birds had developed a generation that flew on their backs, so that they could keep a watchful eye on the skies.