Pots on pots…

As the clock struck 3:05, all of the children picked up their books, scampered out the front doors to begin their long weekend. I headed in the opposite direction into the back corner of the cold, now silent, brick building. I arrived at a room with no windows or desks, just a couple of wheels waiting to get splattered in mud. I slid my smock over my professional wear, kicked off my shoes, and took my place at a pottery wheel. After one album of Bon Iver had played and a stack of clay had been molded, I decided to begin my weekend journey outside.

Enjoy daily beauty in your life!

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