The drudgery of a 15 hour shift yesterday culminated last night at 11:30 with my crew and I finishing the night with a smoke break, this taken at some sodden old picnic tables outside the factory.
Now its not that I dont enjoy my work, it can be a very rewarding job, its just that with the weekend looming ahead and an especially trying day between its hard to "face the fire". I had crawled from my bed at 7:00am that morning. It takes me at least an hour to pull myself together. Preparations for my class began at 9:00am and my actual shift began at 3:00pm. I was a little late as some of the students were having problems understanding the wording of the test (It was not of my design and can be tricky if English is not your mother tongue- forklift training is more theoretical than most would imagine).
By about 11:00pm I had begun to realize that things would come together, our work was almost done. The night was warm and humid, an amazing honey coloured moon floated over the trees. Tough working men, not normally attuned to the more subtle nuances of nature gathered outside to watch the sky. The clouds were fringed in gold and behind, the fathomless blackness of space. The moon had appeared as an enormous, rounded orb. Its glow cast enough light for me to see golden ripples on the surface of the nearby river.
Sitting out there in the dark with the people who had helped me make it happen was somewhat of a bonding experience (in my mind). Standing in a silent knot beside the trucks that they had loaded, they stared up at the sky in silence. A pungent cloud of tobacco smoke rose from the group, drifting off quite perceptively as an amber gauze in the glow.