The orchard was pink with apple blossoms, giving the far end of the park a tint not unlike Sicilian almonds in bloom.

And the intermittent breeze, as it waned or strengthened, carried delicate perfumes to and fro.

Yon was the sea, with well-defined horizon, and down below were the few smacks and the white yacht _Laura_, formally bowing to one another, or tossing their noses impudently; and, far away, was the following trail of brown smoke from some ship which had dropped down the horizon.
Fitzgerald, stood silent, musing, at the girl's side.

He was fond of vistas.

There was rest in them, a peace not to be found even in the twilight caverns of cathedrals; wind blowing over waters, the flutter of leaves, the bend in the grasses.