What an eloquent depiction of a perfect moment, suspended in the lilt of its desire. Think of similar moments you have experienced, or places which can induce them in you. Then fly there in your mind for a moment. Or an hour. For me such places are always either bathed in the lambent light of early morning or the sliding light of evening.

‘In the reprieve at the end of a day, in the stillness of a summer evening, the world sheds its categories, the insistence of its future, and is suspended solely in the lilt of its desire.’ 

 

Source: Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams (London: Picador, 1987), p. 75

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