Same day
In the half dark I came home along the canal. In these nights, coming home from the hospital, I have learned always more and more that the canal is beautiful, curving down between its old poor black tumbling houses, under its black bridges.
To-night the few lights of the quays and of windows fell into the water of the canal, just odds and ends of gold.
I stopped and stood and looked.
It had been a bad day in my ward.
I thought, how beautiful ugly things are become!