I lay on my lounge, on my side, and wrote this post with a pen on a blank A4 page. My windows and doors were open. A strong, cool, refreshing wind blew throughout my home. The day had been hot and stuffy. The wind felt good. Real good.
If I were being paid for this post I would have put in more of an effort into thinking up an apt simile or metaphor to describe just how good that wind felt.
I must admit that I'm a bit jealous of writers who can think up impressive literary tropes as freely and easily as a cool breeze blowing through a hot house.
I couldn't think of a way to end this post. And I still can't. Take it easy.