His body was as smooth as a weathered pebble on the sea shore. He had very little complexion: he was not so much a white man as a grey one ....
He stood on the ridge between her viewpoint and the sun. His tall body was an eclipse and the light was a corona behind it. He spread his arms to strike a pose of dejected surrender.
Then, very gradually, he began to dissolve.
Like chalk washed into a blur by the rain, his outline began to distort, and almost imperceptibly he lost his form. One minute he was a man and the next a blurry grey silhouette. His skin became a coat of mist. The sun shining from behind him lit him up with its brilliance, wherein he stopped looking man-shaped and instead resembled a cloud formed by chance into the posture of a human being.