~Fallen Lumber~ [Puppy and kitty]
Aug 28, 2014 22:54:28 GMT -5
Post by kittyoemily on Aug 28, 2014 22:54:28 GMT -5
Will you be my wood?
Chai miles
I rubbed my hand up against the log in the timber yard. I see that it was a normal shade of cherry red, but the grain told me so much more. How it grew, when it grew, how fast it grew, and when it just stopped. It told me so much more than it was just a piece of wood. It was something to be held higher up than what most people hold it to. It has a bigger story than just a piece of wood. I was here to help make that story.
This was the log I was bringing home today. I would be crafting with this wood. I would craft it into a few chairs and maybe a dozen or so carving boards. This wood will have a deeper meaning. It will be appreciated. It will live longer than normal wood. I will give new shape to it, shapes that it never thought it could be. I will make it perfect. This lumber will no longer just be fallen lumber, it will be a work of art. I put my usual note on the piece of wood so they will deliver it to the proper place then I leave the timber yard.
With the smell of timber still wafting around me after exiting the timber yard I felt happy. I felt energetic even. I have finally decided to take it upon myself to take a minute off from what my dad calls working( I call it fun) so I can just go get a cup of something to drink or eat. With the growl of my stomach I knew that I would probably get something to eat. A part of me knew that my money was better spent on bread or something real to eat, but I was craving sweets. I worked hard enough. Either way I was justifying it in my head by planning on buying my father and my brother some cookies too.
I find myself at the bakery before I know it. I open the door and smell the air of the bakery. It truly was an enjoyable smell, second best to the smell of lumber. I stared at the cases of cookies for what seemed like an hour even though it was not. I was honestly set on picking out the right treat. I wanted the perfect one. I felt my mouth water when ever I thought of one sweet, but it also watered at another sweet. A part of me wished there would be less choices so my decision was easier..
Or should I stay alone with my wood that I already have?
