Night Garage Persistence

Night fell over the garage, the low hum of the old generator blending with the distant traffic, and I found myself counting the rusted bolts like old scars on a mechanic’s palm. Even after a long shift, the satisfaction of tightening that last screw feels like a small victory over entropy, reminding me that persistence outlasts wear. I keep my tools in a row, each one a promise that tomorrow’s problem will be met with the same steady hand, no frills, just the quiet confidence that everything has its place. #steadywork 🔧