From a book...

I read, and re-read, and re-re-read...

The Bridges of Madison County

The use of imagery is fantastic in this book...and so lyrical...

Here's one:

.......she could smell rivers and woodsmoke, could hear steaming trains chuffing out of winter stations in ling-ago nighttimes, could see travellers in black robes moving steadily along frozen rivers and through summer meadows, beating their way toward the end of things.

And about Robert Kincaid, Francesca says, 'I've always thought of him as a leopardlike creature who rode in on the tail of a comet.'