#SundaySentence
Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
An ice storm, following seven days of snow; the vast fields and drifts of snow turning to sheets of glazed ice that shine and shimmer blue in the moonlight, as if the color is being fabricated not by the bending and absorption of light but by some chemical reaction within the glossy ice; as if the source of all blueness lies somewhere up here in the north—the core of it beneath one of those frozen fields; as if the blue is a thing that emerges, in some parts of the world, from the soil itself, after the sun goes down.
Source: Rick Bass, “The Hermit’s Story” (via Nina Schuyler/Stunning Sentences)
Long, and I loved it by the end and went back to read it over.
I have such a weakness for a beautifully executed long sentence–thank you for giving me the opportunity to say so (since “commentary” is discouraged with primary #SundaySentence shares!).