Take Two

This evening, on this day, a rare event happened. I myself am almost delirious, not quite able to fathom the extent of what I have just done. I watched and waited patiently as the smooth, cold steel I was holding grew hot between my hands. In front of me, I had prepared a high table, covered with a close-fitting cloth of heat-resistant fabric.

I let the hot steel fly; over and over I let it slide over rough fabric, heating and smoothening it between the metallic cloth and the hot steel I was wielding. Recalling memories of skills long lost, I eventually managed to mold the fabric before me into a shape resembling that of the legends of old.

Rest assured I will not iron my shirts again any time soon.