It was a year of ripe fruits. With it followed all the usual complaints. Too much work. Too heavy. We will never get it in on time.
But of course we did. We always did.
The complaints were a river we needed to cross.
And cross it we did.
With the fruits came a new sensation. We accumulated. First it was small things. a smile here. A new tire there.
It was all I could do not to choke. Yes, the days were long, the work heavy. But heavy in an acceptable way, if you know what i mean. Heavy like the body responded, felt used, useful and needed.
At the time my days felt fulfilling. Of course the smiles didn’t hurt either. It was a welcome relief after a rough patch. No, I rather not go into that right now.