The morning sun beat on the white concrete of the parking lot. Invisible moisture rose up from the ground to meet the sky, pulling out poofy skirts preparing for the afternoon rain dance. Jason made a Sportster into a trike in bay 1204, fulfilling a dying man's desire to ride in the wind again, while Travis pulled stubborn wires through new handlebars in the bay where I ran the vacuum in spider webbed corners, sucking up dust and grease and small bits of motorcycle shop.
I finished vacuuming and wrapped up the extension cord. A large box lay on the rubber mat at the front of the shop waiting to be broken down for the recycle can. I got out my razor knife and began chopping up cardboard. I picked up the pieces and headed outside. After pushing open the black lid and leaning it against the building, I shoved stiff paper into the can. The expression "sweating like a pig" perfectly described my state. The sun hit my back with burning intensity. I stopped, still in my tracks, feeling the sweat, the sun, the heat, life. It felt good, and I said thank-you.
I finished vacuuming and wrapped up the extension cord. A large box lay on the rubber mat at the front of the shop waiting to be broken down for the recycle can. I got out my razor knife and began chopping up cardboard. I picked up the pieces and headed outside. After pushing open the black lid and leaning it against the building, I shoved stiff paper into the can. The expression "sweating like a pig" perfectly described my state. The sun hit my back with burning intensity. I stopped, still in my tracks, feeling the sweat, the sun, the heat, life. It felt good, and I said thank-you.
"Be still and know that I am God." Psalms 46: 10
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