"Shlond Poofa" I mutter under my breath as I cross out the last phrase of my newest piece, unsure of weather to add a slight crescendo and call it quits, or spend another hour trying to perfect my Symphony 87; in the key of "F major"...my eyes wander slowly to the window just to the left of my glossy chestnut desk. I carefully outline the dark wood frame of the glassy surface with my eyes, and begin to slowly make my way down the middle of the steady frame when something in the distant sunset catches my eye...something pink
