Spring


Vienna, the corner where Neubaugasse meets Mariahilfer Straße.

He is walking down the road walking his fixie bike with his right hand. He flows through the stream of shopping, smiling, chatting people. Easily he walks through, with a spring in his step. It was spring. With his brown leather shoes, his blue trousers, the colorful shirt and the black headphones – he was Spring. His bike fit. Violet, pink and brown leather seat, thin like him. The drums and guitars he hears.

A young couple is standing a few meters in front of him. The man notices him. Examines him. Bike, guy, bike, buy. Up and down. Dismissive. ‘Spring’ walks past them. Did he notice them? The man nudges his girlfriend. Says ‘look’. As if his girlfriend hadn’t noticed. She did.

He moves on. Still pushing his bike. A group of girls is passing by. They giggle, smile, the first one in the group sees him first. Eyes down, eyes up. All smiles. Eyes light up. Giggles. Not dismissive. He walks by.

Then he stops. A hug, a kiss, and another kiss.

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  • http://twitter.com/cpaulik Christoph Paulik

    Sounds like the Hipster Version of the Man

  • http://twitter.com/cpaulik Christoph Paulik

    Sounds like the Hipster Version of the Man

  • http://twitter.com/mittermayr Roman Mittermayr

    i am looking for the “play live stream” now button…. 

  • http://www.sophisticated.at/blogs/thomas Thomas Wagner

    Thank you :)