After a good portion of a day having my head buried in the computer learning a new software program, a break outside was a must. I left my apartment building and on a whim turned left instead of my planned right, walked to Central Park instead of Riverside Park. My nose led me right to Lilac Walk. I could’ve stayed for hours. If only my camera could capture that sweet powdery scent. Heavenly…
I picked up a ham and gruyere baguette from a small stand in the park and sat down to watch the world go by. But the world came to me. Within minutes little children appeared with all sizes of violins. Then a clarinet showed up and then a cello and a tambourine. For an hour I was serenaded by Moon River, When the Saints Go Marching In, Happy Trails to You…some in tune, some not. The beautiful sounds of violins, quiet sounds full of emotions. From the sound of sadness, whispering like the wind and then higher and higher (and every once in awhile a painful screeeeech!) and then it would stop and the whisper would start all over again.
And of course like good little buskers they were constantly checking on their earnings! Priceless!
(No wabi-sabi sightings this week…but I’m heading to the flea market today so stay tuned for next Saturday!)