Today was an amazingly gorgeous day: mid 70 degrees (F), sunny, lightly breezy… the air felt warm-yet-fresh, and smelled delicious. I broke away from my desk for a small bit over the lunch hour, and took a brief stroll around a few blocks of the city.
As I was rounding the corner to head back in to my office, I caught sight of this:
Do you see him? A window-washer. In red. Top-right side of the tallest building in the frame. Sitting on little more than a wooden bench. With a rope I barely trust for indoor rock-climbing serving as his “safety net”. See him?
I’ve written before about how I have a place in my heart for construction machines; I also have a soft spot for the people who operate them. While window washers don’t maneuver big dump trucks or bulldozers, they absolutely work hard at their trade, in all sorts of conditions, doing mostly unrecognized work that improves the quality and experience of many lives.
And I love ‘em for that.
Seeing this great guy on this great day produced a great big smile for me. 🙂