The clay is still wet, I guess. Still spinning. But the wheel isn't wobbling today. Maybe I'm just getting used to the wobble. Or maybe it's not there anymore. The light through the studio window... it's not much, but it's hitting the curve of the pot just right. And for a second, just a goddamn second, it's almost beautiful. Still scared, still waiting for it to fall apart. But maybe... maybe it won't. Maybe this time it won't