I’ve been back at the mechanics all morning, leaning into the engine, sweaty and greasy. I’m now back in the kitchen with filthy hands and a slightly sore back inhaling the steam off a cup of tea. It tastes bitter and sharp, unsweetened it’s comforting and hot. My hands around it smell like strong gritty soap and slightly chemical from the mechanical oil and rags. I’m warm, equally so indoors and out
