Farrier Wiping Hands in Dawn Rain

Thick, dark steam flows downward from the wet cobblestones of a San Diego market lane, pooling around the boots of a tired farrier. First light of dawn cuts through the monsoon drizzle, illuminating the heavy, liquid-like vapor that defies gravity. The farrier stands still, wiping calloused hands on a worn leather apron, his gaze fixed and quiet against the surreal downpour. Water beads on the pavement, reflecting the gray sky and the strange, falling plumes of steam. Behind him, faded adobe walls and hanging market signs frame the narrow passage. One droplet of rain hangs from the brim of his hat, catching the pale morning glow before falling to the ground.