Flying through the air
Tiny pieces of metal
Glow yellow then fade
Sparks
(Note: blaming Amanda for starting Bad Haiku)
(Note: blaming Amanda for starting Bad Haiku)
It feels good that my hands are dirty again. My arms ache, I'm sweaty and it's so hot I could do with a nice blizzard about now, but its great to be building with Dad again (even if it means I am out in a hoodie, long pants and steel-capped work boots under the boiling hot mid-day sun... curse you lack of Winter!! CURSE YOOOU!).



