No end and no beginning.

He was beginning to feel a slight nausea.

The wind had dried the mud and the wheels were beginning to lift dust.

He looked across the bay to the hills that were beginning to sharpen against the sky.

He had been on twice before in nocturnals and was beginning to get a following in Madrid.

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.