"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
It's beautiful, but...
We've been having icy fog the past few days. Spooky to drive around in dangerous conditions that are so beautiful.