To Make Something

            The sculptor felt his clay getting into the creases of his hands as he kneaded it. He thrilled at the feeling. To make something! It was almost as if the clay were rubbing back against his hands, massaging and preparing them for the delicate work ahead. When both hands and clay were ready, he began.

            The workshop was simple and ready early in the morning, the shelves filled with the creations of mornings past like dreams recorded and set on museum pedestals. The air was bright and filled with dust particles as the sculptor explored and dreamed with his hands.