I work again. Answering the call of the old Hephaistos. Striking the hot metal to make many cars running, their wheels turning and other machines doing their earth digging. Is this happiness? Yes it is ... at 1200°C
Holidays are nearly over. A storm is coming. A flood of work and sorrows. Bracing for impact getting old images of a far city with this orange tower and the lost brigde of dreams.