Forests, flowers, mountains, rivers, oceans, deserts, dry grasslands and a flat horizon and an anvil cloud 100 miles off. Women in a bunch of ways; men in a so

Forests, flowers, mountains, rivers, oceans, deserts, dry grasslands and a flat horizon and an anvil cloud 100 miles off. Women in a bunch of ways; men in a somewhat-different set of ways; well-executed personal style. A tight and effective lecture; a perfectly-selected shot in a film that communicates something that hits you right in the gut in addition to being visually striking; expert realization of a fictional character; that time at the end of the play after the curtain closes when all the murderers and tyrants and lovers and victims come out and smile and bow, holding hands, like they're settling into an eternity in some kind of Heaven and that tragedy was just one bad week in a blissful infinity of sublime humanity and loving and they want us to see how happy they all are now before we leave them behind, so we don't worry about them, and I tear up every damn time. That moment when your sip of a new whisky develops, incredibly, a fifth distinct flavor out of nowhere, the fourth somehow fading to let it shine. And books are often nice.