From A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles, 2016:

“The captain had long since returned to his post and the guards, having swapped their belligerence for boredom, now leaned against the wall and let the ashes from their cigarettes fall on the parquet floor while into the grand salon poured the undiminished light of the Moscow summer solstice.”

Whew, and wow! I am early on in this book and am already relishing the exquisite details packed into sentence and episodes of a narrative having tempo giusto.