Even from a small boy, he was the kind to climb up the slide and slide down the stairs. Never a question.
Now he found himself at the top of the highest stairs, encased daily and nightly in glass views of moving lights. His elbows rested on his desk, supporting his head, which was particularly heavy tonight. He couldn't remember when it was not.
Then, pushing back from his desk, he felt the wheels spinning again. He skipped into the elevator and pressed down, down, down--with a grin playing his lips.