Stopped at a light in traffic today, I sat on my bike behind a white volvo.  The
sun was shining into my eyes and I could see the silhouette of the driver
moving excitedly in the front of the car.  I squinted and looked closer and
realized what he was doing.  He held in his hand a book of music and was 
flipping through the pages fervidly.  He would come to a page that pleased
him then bury his face in it, taking in the scent.  Then he would flip through
again, bury his face, and breathe deeply.  I felt I could smell the music
through him.  Musty smelling tunes waiting to be picked out.  I felt great
satisfaction.

Yesterday while waiting in line to get on a boat, there was an older English
couple standing a few people in front of us.  As we began to walk towards
the dock, the woman turned to the man, adjusted the kercheif on her head and
said "Forward slash back slash."  And that was it.