The Story of the Lost Child (The Neapolitan Novels, #4)

by Elena Ferrante

where everything was marvelous and everything became gray and irrational and everything sparkled again, as when a cloud passes over the sun and the sun appears to flee, a timid, pale disk, near extinction, but now look, once the cloud

dissolves it’s suddenly dazzling again, so bright you have to shield your eyes with your hand.