Aug 7, 2017
"A whirl of thick white flakes emerged from an iron-gray infinity . . . blotting out sound, and slowing the world to an unnatural pace." I stopped, stunned after reading this brilliant line from the book, Me Before You. I thought to myself, "My god, what a freaking cool way to say, 'It's snowing."
That's writing for you. Soulfilled expression that halts you still in your tracks, suspending your mind in the glorious elevation of imagination.