Anne Morrow Lindbergh on: A Paragraph from Spirit of St. Louis
Q: This is the paragraph that Reeve said that David opened his article
with and I've always wanted it to be kind of part of the story, cause I think
it says so much about him.
AML: Night already shadows the eastern sky, to my left low on the horizon a
thin line of cloud is drawing on it's evening sheath of black. A moment ago it
was burning red and gold. Trees and buildings and stacks of grain stand
shadowless in the diffuse light of evening. In a few moments it will be dark
and I am still be south of Peoria. I looked down over the side of my cockpit
at the farmlands of Central Illinois. Wheat shocks are gone from the fields.
Close parallel lines of the cedar, across a harrowed strip show where winter
planting has began. A thrashing crew on a farm below is quitting work for the
day. Several men look up and wave on my mail plane, as my mail plane roars
over head. Trees and buildings and stacks of grain stand shadowless in the
diffused light of evening. In a few moments it will be dark, and I am still
south of Peoria. "Spirit of St. Louis", page three.