The boy hurriedly climbed down the stairs, taking two at once. He then glided across the wooden floor. Half way through, he stumbled, somersaulted, spilled his pint of beer, caught it, caught himself, apologized to the recpetionist and pulled the glass door open to feel the Viennese winter. And that first sigh you see when you exhale in the winters. Life seemed to come in aphoristic drops dancing to Thelonious Sphere Monk.

Dancing to Sphere Monk, seeing Adolf and Benito poke Josef with a stick.


~ by Shashank Kumar on October 17, 2008.

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