I love a long sentence, written well. I love to hear a long, well-written sentence read aloud. The cadence, the music, the breath. I love to take a good breath and read a good long sentence aloud especially if that good long sentence is mine. I love to hear its sound, how it plays out.
The other night at a writers’ thing I read a piece I’ve recently written aloud. Someone reported afterward, as a criticism, he had counted 75 words to one of my sentences. My thought was: And?
kiss the night air 