The rain had passed
But it was still early morning
and most feet were only just hitting the street.
With just a few out and about
a cla-click cla-click cla-click of shoes on the wet cobbles echoed the streets
through the empty crowd wound a magical whistling
dodging and weaving through the people.
The ebb and flow of the bellows reminded me of my own grandfather
As a young kid I saw him play his way around the house with a knowing twinkle in his eye.
There was the same sparkle here,
despite the lack of crowded streets.
Something in the moment said that the few coins were appreciated
almost in the same was as a cool clean morning rain was appreciated,
all part of the overall experience.
It was a moment he was enjoying for all it was worth.
One more in a life time of moments.