Poetic license that is.
I had a really good day yesterday. I was up on hours, meaning a short day at work. I was making great strides on a tech thing I was working on, making the day move along nicely.
It was pleasantly warm out, instead of the searing, punishing heat we have been having all summer.
Everything was perfect.
And I was chatting with my girlfriend about it, and some spontaneous poetry broke out.
Me: I'm sitting outside having just eaten lunch out here.
Squee: What was lunch? How's outside? in 5 words each
Me: Swai, roast potatoes and veggies. A quiet bench, shady trees
Squee: so lovely and effectively communicated
Sometimes, life is just perfect.