Clarity is like pornography, according to the Supreme Court: you can’t define it, but you know it when you see it. Or feel it.
For me, clarity is . . . an inquiry . . . Mozart . . . a fresh notebook . . . daily practice . . . Fra Angelico . . . my grandmother’s diamond . . . a still lake . . . a fresh poppy . . . the final draft . . . confidence . . .
What about for you?