Peripheral Vision

I heard a harpist at the grocery store today. Plunked down between produce and express checkout, she plucked soothing melodies while I debated whether or not to scoop-up the orange-tinted grape tomatoes from the salad bar.

I didn't even realize she was there, didn't appreciate her music as being anything more than the static muzack that most stores buzz through their overhead speakers whilst we shop for canned goods or squeeze melons and heads of cabbage.

It wasn't until I passed her with my salad in a plastic bag. While paying, she had been right behind me, and while making my salad, she had been in front of me - but it wasn't until I was walking past her that I finally saw, finally made the connection that she and the music had been right there all along.

I love those sort of unexpected moments, caught ever-so-briefly from the corner of my eyes.