Today's OneWord: Canopy

Right above the canopy, a little man hovered on a suspended beam, drinking steadily from a leaking flagon with his hard hat lopsided on his curly hair. All around him, the third story of a building was being constructed, the clanging of steel on steel resulting in a heat emanating across the little man's face. He used the corner of his vest to wipe his chin, where syrupy whiskey dribbled from his lower lip.