While walking down the Planty, a park surrounding the Stare Maisto (old city) of Kraków, my friend Nic and I heard a light and uplifting melody being played on a piano. It was a warm, sunny day and gaiety was in the air. I looked around for the source of the music expecting a few kids dancing around in circles and a smiling pianist rejoicing the coming of summer.
What we were met by instead was the world's happiest tune being played by the most unamused old man one could ever come across. As his hands hopped across the keys like bunnies his heavily bagged eyes stared at us with the look of a person who didn't give two shits about the world. His expression was so incongruous with the music that as we walked past him our laughter burst out like a premature firework.
Unfortunately I didn't take a photo to capture his expression.
Like driftwood carried along by waves on the vast tapestry of the ocean, we bob to and fro, sometimes finding ourselves in the past, and at other moments in the present