I was driving around today, running errands and I saw a man sitting alone in the middle of the sidewalk on High St. He was sitting in the rain playing a guitar with a case in front of him, just waiting for tips. The sight struck a chord in me I can't explain. It was a pitiful sight, the man in old, worn clothes. Unkempt and unshaved, sitting in the middle of a february rainstorm all alone. There was something almost poetic about the moment, though it lasted no longer then mere seconds. Just one of those times in life when for some unknown reason something gets through all the stone and ice defenses you put up and touchs you in a way you can't begin to understand. That mere sight has me feeling philosophical and questioning. There are so many disconnected thoughts racing through my brain so fast that I can barely understand. If only I could get them out and write it down, I could begin to work through it. But like a fleeting glimpse of a fox in a glen, they skitter away before I can really see them clearly. So when you ask me what happened today, all I can say is I saw a man... ~Ravenfox