They bought energy snacks, then they jumped into their massive polluting machines, pushed them into gear and roared off into the murk that passes for morning.
In the murk confusion of my heart these visions of the world of peace and beauty from which I was excluded — to which, indeed, I hardly ever gave a thought — touched me to deep emotion.
The gray murk lifted from my mind, and through it the light pierced into my brain (how strange that light should blind! ), and my body was absorbed back into a great sea of space, washed under in a strange baptism.