Short cuts

I have an urge to waltz across my resurfaced deck whenever I see it at night. It's so pink and glowing and unmarred. Too bad that I don't know how to waltz.

My garage smells so green with the plants closed up inside of it. I wish that I could bottle the smell.

I had a sudden urge to clean my place stem to stern,* but I seem to have resisted it.

* Clearly I need a houseboat. It would be fun until the first storm happened.