Imagine the following -

It's been two weeks since fall season started. The weather is perfect. Ideal to plan your last outdoor picnic. You plan in detail what your picnic basket will contain - smoked, grilled haloumi, cherry tomatoes with a citrus based vinaigrette, cold finger sandwiches, single-serve old school tiramisu. It's anchored with a fruit infused gin cocktail. Your porcelain and minimalist crockery are packed for the same.

You arrive at the park and settle down at a wooded corner where rays of the sun form lipid pools on the ground. Your portable speaker has some ambient music playing and you're re-reading Murakami's Norwegian Wood. ....you decide to take a break and layout your picnic spread. It looks divine. You then take your phone to document this beautiful experience.

Just then the cutest French bulldog comes running over to you. It has a collar + tag. Obviously has gotten away from it's owner albeit for a short while. The dog takes a giant dump on your picnic food. That steaming pile of sh#t is 'Love by chance 2: a chance to love'.