Two Hundred Fifty-One

One recent day, at the local college, I opened the door to the air-conditioned pottery studio after raku-firing several pieces outside in a 1900-degree kiln. Naturally, I was dripping in sweat; my hair wet and my t-shirt drenched.

One of the women in the studio (I was the only male there) looked up as I entered and said, “You look hot.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and compliments are in the imagination of the beheld.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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