The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.


On the Road (ed. Viking Press, 1957)


The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.