This big part flies off on the floor. The other part goes like this and lands in my foot! Standing up! It's standing in my foot! Right in the side of my foot. The flute glass. I think I'm like in one of my own pictures.
I try to use all of my senses when describing a setting, and try to think of everything that would impact a character in any given scene.
Only the other world has substance and reality; only good deeds and holy learning have tangible worth.