To the welder I saw as I was leaving work yesterday: you were up on the roof of the building coming up next door. The sun was setting, the sky already dark behind you, and you were glowing reddish-pink in the light of your torch. You were lit up the exact color as the sky across the bridge, like you were holding your own sparking, setting sun. It would have been a beautiful painting, but I’m not a painter, and I wish you could have seen it.
I have no idea if I got this anything like the real image, but this is the image this post conjured in my mind. Just a quick and sloppy doodle because I read this and couldn’t not try to draw it.
This is so beautiful!!!! You got the colors just right
