Every Monday there is a violinist who plays at King Station. he plays simply and beautifully, and I wonder if he knows that he is often the best part of my Mondays. Today, as always, I did not have change to give him. I feel ashamed because I get so much from him yet give nothing in return. Today, it’s Vivaldi. I meet his eyes and smile. I cannot help it. He says ‘what a beautiful smile’. He knew I appreciated his music. I knew he appreciated someone taking a moment to hear him play. A simple moment of grace.
