A tiny, feather light, light blue, white Paper, cotton, or plastic I did not know I did know, it did not belong.
With one hand I lifted some chickpeas, thinking I’ll blow it gently
One thought led to another: Ludwig van Beethoven counting sixty coffee seeds as his measure for a cup of coffee and as chickpeas and others replaced it when King and Church opposed it
Hence I found myself counting chickpeas to find, identify and discard of that feather-light something while thinking of Beethoven or the times I have accurately counted the turns of the crank that grind coffee to my tasting
