Rounding the corner, my rush to catch the train was halted by the flamenco notes drifting in the air. Arresting, alluring, they flirted with my sensibilities and encouraged me to linger. The creator's appearance belied what the tune suggested I might find. His hands, marked with the lines of memories from many lives lived, found their youth with the task of creating such beauty, his twinkling eyes a reminder that a lively soul held residency in this aging shell. Not much slows me in my maddening commute. Music... It holds the magical ability to freeze time for both the creator and consumer

Each morning, during my morning commute, this sight takes my breath away. I have a moment of "WOW," and I look around, excited to share this divine view with others. More often than not, my fellow travelers have their heads down, minds turned to other things. I wonder how to get them to lift their eyes, just for a moment, to see what is right in front of them.