I'm watching him work.
Whistling. Humming. Using his strong hands.
I feel so at peace.
His floppy hair falls around his concerned brow. His soft lips and crooked teeth circle around a cigarette as the sun gleams off his twinkly eyes, illuminating their waves of frosty blue, with just a bit of green.
Watching the sun light up the little brown freckles on his nose brings a smile to my face.
He's concentrating, building, creating.
I can see his gears turning.
And when he glimpses over at me, only to see that I'm already looking at him,
he smiles.
And my soul smiles with him.
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