Busy weekend lined up. I am just catching my breath before I launch into it. Followed swiftly by a busy week…and a busy month. These “catch up” moments and rest, are infinitely precious.
Each work morning just before I arrive at work, facing the Cenotaph is a lone trumpeter. He comes each morning by pushbike, and resplendent in his bike helmet, shorts, thongs and a day pack, plays his trumpet. This is not a 12 year old spitting into the mouthpiece, but a man fully grown with a serious and magnificent gift. Each morning, rain, fog, heat, or sunshine, he is there. Sometimes I wonder why he has to travel to practice, and this makes me smile. Other times I am grateful he shares his gift with we mortals cuaght in our workaday patterns. Yesterday I walked across the road, waiting patiently for him to finish his tune ( that particular tune) and thanked him for gifting my day. The shock on his face ( or was it surprise) almost made it worthwhile.