I see it coming in crests, like a breeze over powdered sugar on a huge sheet cake, maybe gingerbread. Airborne yet solid, delicious yet dangerous. White yet shadowed with dark. Peaks and valleys. Sugar like the best of powdered snow, soft and delicate yet crunchy underfoot. Pure texture.
But maybe that’s just me.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention. I’m on drugs (post surgery).
You could write song lyrics.