Each day he works the clay. He shapes it into vases, bowls, plates, and even once a milk dish for the town kitten. He’s up before dawn and makes his way to the marketplace, always passing Mrs. O’Connor for a quick ‘hello’. His wheel and a fresh mound of clay is ready to go within moments. One spin and his smile appears.
Each day he works the clay, shaping it as he’s trying to shape his life.
(Photo Credit: Pixabay)
