Screwed

Fields of contemplation and pansies.

Today, I said thank you to a screw. Partly because it was in delirium from lack of sleep and coffee on an empty stomach, but as I cast my eyes around me, I saw this screw and felt it was only right to give thanks. It was a small, but vital cog in the machine that would safely fly me across France and beyond. It has great importance in the grand scheme o…