It is very easy to be so caught up in your own thoughts that you fail to see the things around you. Like buskers, for example. I tend to notice the ones at South Bank but barely given a second thought to the ones who sit outside the bus/train station in Tribune Street. By the time I hit there I'm on the homeward run and the mind is very much on the to-do list. I'm thinking dinner or marking or if I'm really lucky a nap. I acknowledge the buskers but never stop, never listen, never lighten my wallet. Today I had walked right by Rio or Shmeagol ... and then he started singing. I stopped and turned. A woman walking behind me mouthed "he's good". And indeed he was. His version of Heart of Gold was indeed very good. So I walked back and emptied my wallet of all its gold coins and asked to take pics. He was lovely and his philosophy to his music is as well: "Music with no price tag in mind but only with the intention to strike hope, consolation or ecstasy in a human.
It is what it is." Yep, a heart of gold
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