The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust.  The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.
                                                                                    
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                                                                
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                         Willa Cather (2011). “Death Comes for the Archbishop”, p.200, Vintage