The carpenter's hands had grown tough over many years of sawing, scaring, and sanding, and she liked to run her hand over the polished grain of her work when it was done. She does that now, sitting in a chair of her own construction and taking a moment to rest in the evening light. It's quiet. Her thoughts become loud. So she stands and gathers up her tools and heads to the workshop for another night of sleepless labour.
Paddy Dobson
11th April 2023