Islands in the Stream

Stranded I was, snow streaked crags splashed with sunlight under a sapphire sky, all seen through double glazing.
What the hell, I was forming multiple bends in single pieces of pipe between seven and ten metres long to minimise hidden joins and I didn’t screw it up all day. As long as I’ve been doing this, that was a first.
By the time it was done, winter was being washed away by a dark, depressing, rain flooded sky. The day had woken up so much better.

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