Woodcutting

I was doing some woodcutting around my parent's property today, and had the idea to try and put the experience into words.

The swing of the axe, the flexing of my muscles; the physical power. The hard flat curves of the axe haft sliding through my hands; the feeling of precise control. The thunk and crack as the blade hits and the wood gives way. Wood chips flying. Cold breeze across hot sweat. Tension flows out into the swings, replaced with sweet soreness. Exhilaration.

Stacking the wood up, and cutting the next log. Repetition: log after log, cut and stack. Time flows by unnoticed. Peace.