A Man With a Guitar and a Giant Blonde Beard

A man with a guitar and a giant blonde beard, perhaps a little past the middle age, greeted me on the bus to church yesterday afternoon with a "How ya doin' m'lady?" He serenaded the whole bus with a song he wrote in Calgary that focuses on the concept of nature and how the mountains and trees and the wind can simply move with our lives, and how beautiful of a dual movement it is. Normally, I would've tried to snap a photo, or record it with my trusty bestie Socrates the camera, but I felt that it wasn't the right time to do so. I had the opportunity to just take in the entire song, and I loved every moment of it. It was disappointing though, to see many people trying to look away and ignore his smiles as he flashes them a couple here and there whilst he sung. Though I understand the lack of comfortability that grew by the seconds around this man as he was way too much of an open book to live in such a self-conscious generation. Can I just add too that he smelled so nice (really dark and dusty sort of smell of roses with hints of the smell of a marijuana, I didn't even know that was a smell that could exist!), and he was dressed to the nines, and his voice was A+++ would [listen to] again. After a few stops, he finished his song and said to me, "songs like these I write specifically for people like you."