Sitting outside the door of a store, waiting for my daughter to call telling me where to meet her, I was listening to a street musician across the street. He was playing a violin, always a favorite of mine though not often seen on the street, at least not by me.
It was a quiet part of the day, not many cars, so I had a clear view of him. He seemed middle aged or older, a small man, yet anything but typical. The first thing you noticed was his hair. It was a braid wound completely around his head many times. It made him look like those pictures of snake charmers in India, yet his coloring was very pale. His clothes at first appeared shabby, but on further inspection I began to feel it was more a “shabby” costume. Too perfect.
There was a sign behind his violin case, all I could see was the word “Thank.” I assumed it said “Thank you” or something allowing people to know he was open for donations while he played uninterrupted. And how he could play!
The music was sweet and upbeat, making everyone who passed smile in spite of whatever was going on in the rest of their day, even me. I was just about to go over and contribute when he ended, packed up and left. Ah well.
My daughter called just then telling me to meet her around the corner so I was off too. As I got on the next street, I saw my musician again. He drove by me in a very new looking dark green Mercedes. Now that's what I call the road less traveled! It made my day.