The lines frost forms on an airplane window, like alien pictograms, ordered and angular.
The amber glow of a pallasite meteorite sliced open, olivite crystals, like gems of burnt sugar, floating in their sooty silver matrix.
The heavy harvest moon of August, hanging over a field of golden wheat.
(In honour of Sei Shonagon, I thought I'd try a list of my own.)
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