The luggage had been arranged in the tonneau, before breakfast.

And nobody had given a second glance at it since then.
The sun was rising over a new-made world, alive with summer glory and thrilling with bird-songs.

The air, later in the day, would be warm.
But, at sunrise, it was sharp and bracing.

The mystic wonder and the hush of dawn were still brooding over the earth.

The hard white road stretched out, like a winding river, between banks of dew-gleaming verdure.