Kirza G Parfums 2016

Tightening another screw. He climbs out of the pit with difficulty. He tips the bucket into the used oil barrel and wipes his oil-smeared hands on his thick leather jacket. It's cold this winter.
The bench next to the small workshop stove. His spot. Break.
The sweet chai warms his hands. With each sip, he feels better, lighter, brighter.
First rays of sunshine make him squint. Spring! Finally! Blooming trees! Blue ribbon…
Hey master! Everything alright?
He startles awake. Must have dozed off. Yes. Everything's fine.
It's cold.