The air freshened.

It turned cold.
Laurent, resting on his skulls, allowed the boat to drift along in the current.
Opposite, rose the great reddish mass of trees on the islands.

The two sombre brown banks, patched with grey, were like a couple of broad bands stretching towards the horizon.

The water and sky seemed as if cut from the same whitish piece of material.

Nothing looks more painfully calm than an autumn twilight.