War On Whimsy
“All of them were struggling to find the right words to describe Whimsy.
“Oh, it’s just . . . !” said Katie.
“This is . . . this is . . . this is . . .” repeated Sean over and over.
“I have never seen anything so . . . so . . . I don’t know,” said Shimlara.
“Beautiful,” said Greta. “Except beautiful seems too ordinary a word. It’s . . .”
“Ineffable,” said Nicola.
They all stared at her as if she were speaking another language.
“It’s a word!” Nicola said defiantly. “I saw it in the dictionary one day when I was looking up how to spell inertia. Ineffable means something that you can’t describe. I didn’t think I’d ever get to use that word, but that’s what this is—ineffable.”
She gestured at their surroundings. They were in the very center of a brilliant turquoise lake. Waterfalls tumbled over mossy rocks. Birds soared above them, singing like church bells. In the distance, they could see velvet green mountains. The sky was the color of a ripe plum.
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