The end of a perfect day.

Ah, the soldering gods were smiling on me today.  It flowed, metal fused, I ate warm croissants straight from the oven in celebration.

Today, 1700hrs by Cari-Jane Hakes

I miss the daylight in the winter quarters when my workshop resides.  However, I popped outside to get some natural light on a piece I had just finished. I just caught the sun going down.


Perfect days are rare.  But every day is filled with little moments of perfection.  I have had more than my fair share today.  I'm holding them close.