Last friday I was waiting for a bus. It rained heavily. I could hear some sound of harmonica. I wondered from where the sound came. A woman over 50 years old was playing her harmonica sitting on a bench of bus stop. The music might have touched most of the people there. I put my sketchbook out of my sack and began to draw her despite of missing the bus to transfer. She missed her bus and I did too. But it was so special experience for me to see a woman enjoying to play her own musical instrument in such place. The tunes she played remain still on my heart.