I was up on the scaffold at dawn, sweat dripping down my back, when I heard it—the beat of a song that made me stop working and start moving. Sometimes, even in concrete and steel, you find your rhythm.
I was up on the scaffold at dawn, sweat dripping down my back, when I heard it—the beat of a song that made me stop working and start moving. Sometimes, even in concrete and steel, you find your rhythm.