Dear Harmonica Guy.

Thanks for being such a gem.

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This morning I crawled out of bed and was met by a blanket of snow. I hiked up the hill at an hour that seemed much earlier than it actually was. I worked hard in my conditioning class and then walked back home with that tired achy feeling that I mostly love.

I was dragging.

I let the warm water splash down on my face as I stood motionless in the shower, a few seconds of silence before my day got crazy again.

I bundled up and trekked once again up the hill in the frozen tundra to campus. I pulled on my gloves as I walked out the door but by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I already had Popsicle fingers. Not cool Robert Frost.

My mind was sort of wandering, I was thinking about everything I have to do today and when I will get it done. I was dragging.

And then we crossed paths.

You were walking across the parking lot and played your harmonica. It made me smile. You didn't care how cold it was or how dreary, you didn't care what others might think. You were just being you and that's pretty cool.

My day is still crazy full and I still have Popsicle fingers when I walk outside. But you made me smile, and it was pretty neat. I don't know why it made me so happy to hear your music, but today it did, and so that's a thing. 

I smiled, and wanted it to be summer, and then walked into the building of my class, excited for the wave of warmth that hit me.

So thank you, Harmonica guy. Keep doing what you're doing. Keep making people's day. Keep being awesome.