Two hours. My train was delayed two hours on top of an hour long layover I had originally. It wasn’t enough time to go anywhere but too long to just wait at the terminal.
So that left me to wander the station.
I spent the first hour at one of the small cafés in the station but I couldn’t sit there any longer without going insane with boredom.
Back to wandering, I came to the center plaza where there was a large crowd of people.
Some just passing time at one of the many benches, others trying to perchance tickets, or speak to customer service.
And that’s not counting all of the people just passing through to get from one side to the other.
With all the conversations going on around me, I didn’t hear it at first, but the further towards the center I got, I could hear the sounds of a piano.
Settled in the middle of one of the walkways between the benches was a piano, nothing special, not like a grand or baby grand, but still a nice piano.
Some kids were taking turns playing with it while their parents waited nearby.
While most had no knowledge or skill, there were others who had obviously started to learn how to play and could make a simple but recognizable tune.
It had been a couple years since I had played myself and part of me wanted to find out just how well I remembered.
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