Great tranquillities were all about them in land and sea and sky.

Silvery gulls were soaring over them.

The horizons were laced with long trails of frail, pinkish clouds.

The hushed air was threaded with a murmurous refrain of minstrel winds and waves.

Pale asters were blowing in the sere and misty meadows between them and the harbor.
"Doctors who have to be up all night waiting on sick folk don't feel very adventurous, I suppose," Anne said indulgently.