I was out walking Henry yesterday when I heard someone practicing “Let it Be” on...

I was out walking Henry yesterday when I heard someone practicing “Let it Be” on the piano. Whoever this person was, they would start and play for a while and then stop and begin over again.
It was cloudy, but I was standing on a street that is lined with trees whose leaves are the most outrageous yellow. The effect, overall, was like something out of a fairy tale, a golden tunnel leading to a golden kingdom.
Standing there, looking into the brilliant distance and listening to this stranger...