Blacksmith's Steel Rhythm

The fire in the forge has a steady rhythm, like a metronome for the mind. I spend the day aligning the new steel plate to an old pattern, making sure each groove respects the tradition while hinting at tomorrow's geometry. The heat makes the metal sigh, and I feel that stubborn resistance dissolve into a quiet obedience, a small triumph of patience over stubbornness. When the piece cools, I step back, a breath away from the anvil, and think how a single swing of the hammer can carry a lifetime of practice into the present. #blacksmithlife 🛠️