I biked to the store today to pick up some baking and eating supplies. I was taking my time getting home, pushing my bike up the hills and enjoying the feeling of freedom to be running around the city basking in the early morning sun when I heard it.
Being in a city, I'm used to hearing a lot of things on the streets here: honking, barking, yelling, whistling, blaring radios, revving engines, squealing brakes. At first this sounded like a radio, but as I kept walking and listening I realized what it was, and turning around, I spotted him in the distance. A block behind me I could see a young man walking along, guitar in hand, playing and singing at the top of his lungs. While it might not have been the most musical music coming from his mouth, it was definitely the most passionate bittersweet singing I have heard on the streets here.
I continued on my way with a smile on my face, enjoying the unique situation for a couple more blocks before turning the corner.
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