I’m in the lab which is across the hallway from the ECE workshop. They are making something and the smell of sawdust is drifting into this room. Mmmm….it smells really good. There is something comforting about the smell of sawdust and I didn’t know I felt this way.
It is familiar. It was around the house when I was growing up and various renovations were being done. At Candle Lake one year we found a sawdust pile in the woods and my mother took a picture of me standing on the piles, hands full of cedar powder, letting it pour between the cracks in my fingers.
Sawdust.