Just how she would do them she did not know, but her purpose was hardening and coming clean-cut out of the vague background of her mind.
After awhile the dim outline of the high-shouldered hills glowed under a yellowing patch of light.

Jean sat with her chin in her palms and watched the glow brighten swiftly.

Then some unseen force seemed to be pushing a bright yellow disk up through a gap in the hills, and the gap was almost too narrow, so that the disk touched either side as it slid slowly upward.

At last it was up, launched fairly upon its leisurely, drifting journey across to the farther hills behind her.

It was not quite round.