The banister squiggled up the stairs, going onward and looping back, before leaping up several steps at once. In this back and forth way it knitted a sturdy rail, perhaps one stronger than if it had ascended with a more focused direction.
The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand. The grain flowed as water might, waves of comforting browns. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul.
A banister can arc or twirl, it can be a fluid dancing motion, or it can be perfection in straight beams and absolute whiteness. It can show the artist, the mechanical logician, and yet, when true genius emerges, it is both.
The banister extended upward as a promise of safety at the loftier heights.
The banister was strength and beauty, the art of the iron-work with the touch of artistic flair.
A banister says, "As you rise I will keep you safe," and in this way is reassuring to the eye and soul of the explorer.
The banister rose as a giant's backbone, curving and perfect.
Art and geometry fused to form a banister that brought the beauty of nature to the forethoughts.
The banister had an organic sense to it, as if it had grown there from the the seeds of an ancient forest.