As promised in a previous post that explained bliss writing, here is an expert from my first bliss written novel.
Duke took a gasp of delight. The Grand Canyon, far below, was a wonder of nature. It was wondrous to behold. Duke knew to not fly directly over the Grand Canyon at low altitudes. There were just too many downdrafts for his sleek glider to sustain.
Even though Duke’s design with a special alloy was the strongest plane fuselage on earth, there was no point in inviting danger.
Duke had long since learned to flow with the forces of Nature. He turned his craft to the right as he approached the south rim. With his 20/5 vision, Duke could easily depict the details of what was going on with the crowds