The Programmer

[torkell]

Sitting at his desk, illuminated only by the glow from the screen, the programmer works.

Scattered around him are books, disks, boxes, and dead computer shells.

The programmer is oblivious to all else, he is concentrating only on the code.

Lost in thought, he is thinking only of his next program.

The computer hums softly, the lights glow gently.

Suddenly he rests his hands on the keyboard.

And the code flew from his fingertips.

Comments

[torkell]

I just thought of the phrase "And the code flew from his fingertips" one day, and the rest came from there.