TCD MS 10515 folio 56r
[April 28th 1916]
creatures like mammoths risen again to live. Every object is unreal; in every side the eye holds up the mind to ridicule by some new uncanny phantasm. A feeling of relief comes with the sinking sun. The desert cools; hot aerial currents cease to rise; the dancing sands sink into repose. Wonderful as is the desert by day with all its strange illusions as though the grains of sand were vivified into organic life, yet there is a greater sense of calm and peace when , in the cool of evening, it is swept of all the little tremulous currents of air and passed into a pure and welcome silence.
Floods – [?] In April the suns meeting on the mountains, whence the great rivres derive their