At first I was thinking of calling this “Perpetuum Mobile” because of its continuous steady stream of notes… but then I found more “depth” in it and remembered a woman I had seen at a Café in downtown Copenhagen that looked alone and sad just sitting there sipping her Cappuccino. The doors to the Café was open and I heard the busy traffic outside. Sitting by the window I was wondering why she chose to sit at the back of the Café in the darkness. She looked as if she wanted to be left alone so I never approached her. Perhaps I should?
Level: 2, 7 Pages