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There were still, hot hollows surrounded by wet rocks where he could hardly breathe for the heavy scents of the night flowers and the bloom along the creeper buds; dark avenues where the moonlight lay in belts as regular as checkered marbles in a church aisle; thickets where the wet young growth stood breast-high about him. |
This is from “The Spring Running” in The Second Jungle Book. It is Spring time in the jungle, and Mowgli, now come to his full strength, is feeling restless and sorrowful. He decides to make a great run, at night, to the marshes of the north.
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