I walked out of
the gym and it hit me- the lovely smell of too-hot metal. I inhaled deeply, letting myself travel back to a time in my life when welding was a near-daily occurrence. It was in college- specifically junior year- and working with metal made me feel like a powerful, fiery goddess. It was a good time in my life, a very good time, and the smell inevitably fills me with a sort of giddiness.
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| tool of the trade |
I knew the source (forgive the pun) of today's smell, of course- Michael and Brian had earlier asked if I
minded moving my bike inside, as they were on a mission to move the bike
racks. So I came around the corner and watched them work for a bit before pedaling home, brain still dancing with memories.
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