"Paul continued to stare across the basin. He inhaled, sensed the softly cutting contralto smell of sage climbing the night. The predatory bird - he thought of it as the way of this desert. It had brought a stillness to the basin so unuttered that the blue-milk moonlight could almost be heard flowing across the sentinel saguaro and spiked paintbrush. There was a low humming of light here more basic in its harmony than any other music in his universe."  - Dune

A. When I read this at 14 (and thereafter) I don't remember noticing the beautiful writing, the creative use of language, as much as I am this time.

B. So is it after you have a certain level of spice in your system that you begin HEARING the light and the aromas?  Haha.....