This Time, I Believe

So. Today was the hardest day of shipping yet. And then by the time the UPS left, I was exhausted.
Had a couple bucks in my pocket. Went to go for a walk and get a candy bar.

I leave the store. I turn left.

I see a man, dancing, playing a fiddle. Both the dance and the tune are vaguely Irish, in the sense that a Renaissance Faire has anything to do with the Renaissance. But he is enjoying himself, and he is both skilled at the violin and coordinated in dancing. He does not miss a note. He does not trip and fall. And he seems as though he would be laughing the whole time if he could draw breath.

I smile, stand there for the rest of his set, drop all the cash in my pockets into his violin case, and head back since I still have work to do.

Two things come to mind as I try not to fall asleep:

I love this town.

And, there is still magic in this world. I saw a little piece of it today.