Inspirational.

Good morning Earth.

I came into work today, somewhat not-sleepy; an achievement considering I only got about 4 hours of sleep. People say that I've worked too much these past two weeks. Hm. Another day another dollar.

I've been meaning to blog about this particular instance when a homeless person (at least he seemed that way) came into the Alumni House, I believe a week ago, to use the piano. I figured I'd hear him out, entertain us while we did our usual clean up. I wasn't expecting much and he seemed harmless.

He killed the piano. He played, nay, IMPROVISED jazz tunes with a ragtime beat. This guy was good. He played passionately, with him being his own audience. Swaying his head from left to right as he accented an A, tapping his foot to a soft repetitive melody; he looked content. He came again this morning and we exchanged good mornings. He played for 30 minutes while I walked around. Goes to show culture is everywhere. He left before I could get his name.

He looked content.