Is this not the life undertaking of us all...to become human?
25 September 2010
a moment on main street
Between the din of Saturday night on Main Street comes the sound of bagpipes. For one moment the traffic stops and the notes float unchallenged through the air. Around the corner and the rain starts, my umbrella is handy at the top of my bag. Then stop, there are the bagpipers, safe under the concrete awning. The rain pelts down, I am dry, and the music plays.