Jeffrey

Day five and my thighs burn from a thousand squats removing bricks and replacing floors. My skin bleeds, dried-out from soot, saw dust, and soapy scrubbings. But here between earplug muffled sounds of hammer and saw, I transcend to commune with century-old spirits and remember the words my neighbor handyman once said, "Your house is the greatest gift you can give your children. Serve it and it will serve you well."