|Moi with little sister Karen|
"It was windy, so that the leaves now and then brushed open a star."
-VWoolf, To the Lighthouse
"She grew still like a tree which has been tossing and quivering and now, when the breeze falls, settles, leaf by leaf, into quiet."
-same as above
And red-hot pokers are mentioned more than once.
I must find out what those are.