“...With the approach of evening long, blue, spiky-edged shadows creep out over the snowfields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepens, suffusing every peak and flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This is the alpenglow, the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light the mountains seems to kindles to a rapt religious consciousness and stand hushed like worshippers waiting to be blessed. Then suddenly comes darkness and the stars.”
The above piece is by John Muir. He reminds me that word play can be sacred play. A way of using original language to describe a scene and imbue it with loveliness. His words also remind me of the power of looking long and deep at something, never resorting to stale observations or old ways of seeing.
Ready to give it try? Start by taking a look at some of Muir’s images “irised spray…. spiky-edged shadows…stand hushed like worshippers…” Now describe the scene outside your window with the same rapt attention.