Anders Mickelson

“Huge bouts of déjà vu. Coincidences. Memories of things that hadn’t happened yet. Time didn’t run forwards any more. It was a solid thing you could press yourself against and feel it push back; a thick fluid, half-air, half-glass, that flowed both ways and sent ripples of recollection forwards and new events backwards so that new things I encountered, then, seemed souvenirs from the distant past.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“Their close grazing, in concert with that of sheep, reduced the short sward to a thin crust of roots over sand. Where the grazing was worst, sand blew into drifts and moved across the land.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

“It isn’t only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly.”
― John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America

“Old because her feet were gnarled and dusty, her eyes a deep, fiery orange, and she was beautiful. Beautiful like a granite cliff or a thunder-cloud.”
― Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk