There was a man there creating ice sculptures all day with a block of ice and a chain saw:
The lights here were timed to the music playing. . .I was completely engrossed:
When you write you lay out a line of words . . .the line of words is a hammer . . .the line of words feels for cracks in the firmament . . .the line of words fingers your own heart . . .you wield it, and it digs a path you follow (Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)