At the end of every day, I’ll pull my car keys out from my jeans, and along with the keys comes remains of the day’s work. At my feet will lie a small mound of light and dark brown particles. The mound grows as I shake my arms and scratch my head. As I walk to my car, I’ll leave a trail of the same remnants behind me on the ground. It’s in my shoes, in my car, on my sofa, and in my blood. But this residue represents a life’s labor, and in my tired state, I consider myself lucky that I get to do what I do every day!
