At other times at the edge of a wood especially at dusk the trees themselves would assume strange shapes sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once one Christmas Eve I saw a great naked women standing erect with rolling eyes she must have been a hundred feet high but along she drifted growing ever longer and ever thinner and finally fell apart each limb remaining separate with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver