Balcony Stories

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - There is much of life passed on the balcony in a country where the summer unrolls in six moon-lengths and where the nights have to come with a double endowment of vastness and splendor to compensate for the tedious sun-parched days. And in that country the women love to sit and talk together of summer nights on balconies in their vague loose white garments - men are not balcony sitters - with their sleeping children within easy hearing the stars breaking the cool darkness or the moon making a show of light - oh such a discreet show of light! - through the vines. And the children inside waking to go from one sleep into another hear the low soft mother-voices on the balcony talking about this person and that old times old friends old experiences; and it seems to them hovering a moment in wakefulness that there is no end of the world or time or of the mother-knowledge; but illimitable as it is the mother-voices and the mother-love and protection fill it all - with their mother's hand in theirs children are not afraid even of God - and they drift into slumber again their little dreams taking all kinds of pretty reflections from the great unknown horizon outside as their fragile soap-bubbles take on reflec-tions from the sun and clouds.