A story out of nowhere
I remember having an awful day in class in Argentina one day and getting on the colectivo (bus) alone. Sometimes there would be random musicians who would play for whatever change passengers could spare. On this day, it was a bunch of guys playing pan pipes. As I listened, I couldn't help but think that pan pipes, to me, are some of the most beautiful sounds in the world. And there they were, being played right in front of me.