I was running late for work as usual. Rushing to grab my purse & coat and get to my car, knowing that I was only going to be stopped by traffic causing further delay. I rushed down the street, barely noticing a van parked on the street unloading what looked to be a Mariachi band, they were pulling instruments out of the back of a van, some had their jackets off.  It seemed strange since it was 7am but I figured they had just got back from a rocking late nighted and I continued to the next block where I realized with a burst of expletives that I had forgotten my cell.

I flipped a U turn, sped back up the street, rushed back to my bedroom to grab my phone and then out the door again. This time, as I neared the van I noticed the singers were gone. No longer next to the van, not in varying levels of dress.  They had made their way to the lawn of a nearby home, where they were serenading an older woman, obviously pulled onto the porch in surprise. She clutched her bathrobe around her neck modestly, she smiled brightly at the men singing to her. Her emotions were evident on her face, a mixture of love and happiness and perhaps even a bit of sadness.