A Morning in the Workshop
The kettle clicks, a bobbin hums softly, and a battery fan clears fine dust while the cat patrols offcuts. A portable laser kisses a maker mark onto a spindle whorl while you polish a handle, then pause for light and alignment. Notes sync when you step outside, not during flow. By noon, two scarves rest on the beam, a stool waits for oil, and your body still feels fresh. Technology served, then stepped aside, exactly as invited.