XXXII
He was walking fast, while the setting sun disturbed the natural iridescence of the heavens, sprinkled here and there from ivory clouds of good weather. The inflamed sky embraced the valley of the Great Northern Himera and exalted the colors of nature with a spectacular contrast, where human and divine seemed to merge and unleash a disruptive energy never seen before.
He wore the clothes of the peasant: linen trousers, heavy enough to withstand the thorns, and a white shirt with sleeves turned over to the elbows. He also used straps that held his trousers with bronzed pliers, and wore rubber boots ideal for keeping the feet dry while watering the gardens. A black flat hat, lowered over his eyes, let him stare back and greet the fading sun. Dressed in the same way, Luciano the Major
