I feel as though I’m ducking under the mineshaft braces, pick slung over my shoulder, dusty work clothes broken in, ready to go back into the dark. The bell tolls 6 PM, neighborhood lights – automobiles, auditoriums, condominiums, streetlamps pierce the deep blues and blacks of the night outside my window.
Back to the mines
Back to the mines
Back to the mines
I feel as though I’m ducking under the mineshaft braces, pick slung over my shoulder, dusty work clothes broken in, ready to go back into the dark. The bell tolls 6 PM, neighborhood lights – automobiles, auditoriums, condominiums, streetlamps pierce the deep blues and blacks of the night outside my window.