From experience, images called into use by some relationship with what we are trying to put into words.
Words strung together like popcorn wound round a tall Christmas tree, still growing with life. Each kernal, a truth; ripened and hardened by time and heated with sunrises to burst to perfection in a cluster of shades white to orangey gold, and tastey, yet ornamental as well, on the lush branches of steadfast tree green.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology