"Compulsively readable"

The little bird that lives in the beehive

Falling in love outward (Robinson Jeffers)

Sunshine and chirping birds signalling a new day and fresh start

Escarpment!

“Desert dark is velvet dark.” (The Anthropology of Turquoise)

Dream about Laguna and the orchid

Clouds “drifting overhead like crumpled bedsheets” (My Year of Rest and Relaxation)

"Perfectish beauty"

“Planting floral fireworks that wouldn’t go off for months” (Funny Weather)

“Sleepy and sun-whipped” (Between Two Kingdoms)

“…watch the night’s rainfall trickle off into morning mist, admiring the fine accidental melody of clean water falling branch to branch…” (Appleseed)

A journal entry by Derek Jarman, quoted by Maria Popova in Brain Pickings (2021/09/05)

A hallucinatory dusk, washed with colours to drive Monet to suicide. At sunset the brightest sickle moon appeared in a gentle blue sky; minute by minute gathering in intensity it stayed until just before midnight. Night clear as a bell — the blue passed through violet with strands of rose and old gold to become a deep indigo. So etched were the moon and stars they seemed to have been cut out by a child to decorate a crib. The night sky here is a riot that outshines the brightest lights of Piccadilly; the stars have the intensity of jewels. So flat is the Ness that those stars that lie at the horizon touch your very feet and the moon tips the waves with silver.

"The ceiling of the ocean..." (Undersea)