I love typing on the Macbook Air. It delights my senses like no other keyboard. Each keystroke returns a sense of satisfaction that permeates my being with holistic joy. Each click like the light pattering of summer rain, flowing smoothly akin a well oiled orchestra, flooding my soul with a symphony of calmness. Each push encounters the right amount of resistance, both exhilarating and alluring. Like a skilled seductress each depress an additional stimulate feeding my fingers with an inexplicable pleasure, leaving me begging for more. Yet that is not all. The combination of a gentle incline and ample space to rest my weary hands heighten the effectiveness of this word temptress. This is not a mere machine, it is a work of art. To a word smith this is not just a tool, it is an indulgence, it is nirvana.