Thou art like silence unperplexed, A secret and a mystery Between one footfall and the next. - Alice Meynell

In the case of the woman's figure it is the foot, with its extreme proportional smallness, that gives the precious instability, the spring and balance that are so organic.

The cloud controls the light.[...] It is the cloud that, holding the sun's rays in a sheaf as a giant holds a handful of spears, strikes the horizon, touches the extreme edge with a delicate revelation of light, or suddenly puts it out and makes the foreground shine.

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies.