Tuesday, June 16, 2009
( 11:35 PM ) teahouse
Never Too Late to Learn
Tonight I was walking down the street towards home when I heard a familiar sound.
It was the sound of someone playing the flute.
Whoever it was, was practicing scales, and playing an etude I remembered playing myself when I was 9 years old and just learning to play.
I stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where the music was coming from.
After a couple of minutes, I realized it was coming from a limousine parked on the street in front of a fancy building I had just walked by.
I looked over, and saw the limousine driver, sitting in the front seat with his flute!
He was a middle-aged man, wearing his chauffeur uniform, with his hat pulled down low over his head. He was hunched over in the driver's seat, reading the flute music and practicing.
He was clearly waiting for his employer to come out of the building, and stealing a few minutes to himself in the meantime.
"You sound great! Keep up the good work!" I called out. #