Powerful Quote: The thing had a weight to its presentation that had you believing that you were truly glimpsing hell in a handbasket rather than the moonings of a banished, heartbroken Florentine.
Word Image: I was about to pull my hat over my face and take a little nap when I saw the horn button on the handlebars of the Arctic Cat. It was a feeble hope, but a hope nonetheless.
Sound Image: Definitely a noise. I’d been lying there half-asleep in my little snow cocoon when I thought I’d heard something, and this was the third time I’d heard it—a snuffling, huffing noise from up on the ridge.
Haiku: The clouds were so low, it felt like I could reach reach out and touch them, so I tried.
The thing had a weight to its presentation that had you believing that you were truly glimpsing hell in a handbasket rather than the moonings of a banished, heartbroken Florentine.
Word Image:
I was about to pull my hat over my face and take a little nap when I saw the horn button on the
handlebars of the Arctic Cat. It was a feeble hope, but a hope nonetheless.
Sound Image:
Definitely a noise.
I’d been lying there half-asleep in my little snow cocoon when I thought I’d heard something, and
this was the third time I’d heard it—a snuffling, huffing noise from up on the ridge.
Haiku:
The clouds were so low,
it felt like I could reach
reach out and touch them, so I tried.