Today I walked through an underpass and found a man playing the violin so beautifully that it made me cry. I must admit that I cry at least once per day at things like dead pigeons and unsatisfactory beverages, which is to say that this crying-at-music business is no extraordinary event. The violin-playing WAS an extraordinary event, however, and I had to stop and tell the violinist how amazing he was. He thanked me shyly and explained that he was playing in an underpass because the acoustics were so good. I was moved to leave him with all my money. By all my money I mean two dollars. I think that I will maybe try to go find him again tomorrow, or possibly the day after, and although I have no more money to spare for street musicians (I am terribly poor right now), I will at least give him origami birds or flowers or shiny pebbles or pieces of tinsel.