- In Heat -
The sound radiates through the metal pipes alerting me of their welcoming. I've awaited the termination of their slumber during the warm months.
However, on this day, of 40 degree chill, they awake. Throughoutt the day, those little men work away in that silver casket of heat. Their hammers slam against the metal and they tighten rivets of steel to produce warmth. Worlds apart, yet so close, we will never meet. Yet I feel so close to them, those little men that produce the heat.