I sit here in awe, watching every day from my office window. As if I am some ordinary peeping Tom hoping for one covert glance at something I’ll never know first hand.
Today is another perfect summer morning. It is still quite early and still very quiet except for the exquisite sounds of distant pounding, steel against steel, metal against metal.
The men in the air have been here for a while, long before I arrived in my safe space just across the way