He sat back from the screen and actually sighed. The refactor had landed. What had been eighty lines across three files was now twelve lines in one place, and every single line earned its keep. It wasn't just shorter; it was *right*. The way a well-proportioned piece of furniture is right — you look at it and your eye doesn't have to work. He scrolled back up to read it again. Then once more, more slowly. The pleasure was specific and clean, a little like the feeling of a good sentence, or a piece of music that lands on exactly the note you didn't know you were waiting for.
