the guy in the stupid shirt (the guy with too many muscles, asking your advice on dance moves) wonders aloud, to you: "how do you feel about poetry?" well, sir, let me get you another beer and walk away to wash some dishes in iambic pentameter
the greatest joy of today was coming home from work (at almost 4:00 AM) to find my dog very, very happy to see me, but also (at the same time) pointing me in the general direction of my bed.
I woke up at 6:00 AM with a peaceful feeling, which I believe derived from the early morning quiet. Everything is crisp, green. The sky is grey. There is the ever present lull of cars on the street nearby, but even that is soothing.