There's something about watching a master of their craft at work that's magic.
Their hands and body are in fluid motion like the waves of the ocean.
They make short work of tasks that, for others would end up tragic.
They've refined their skills from doing things time and again.
Have you ever watched a master craftsman laboring over their love?
It's like watching a symphony in its'original composition.
A realized destiny as pure and as simple as a single white dove.
A master at work focuses on the journey, the steps and destination.
