Walking back home, you hear a woman singing and playing the guitar in the distance. When you find the source of the music it turns to be a teenage girl, completely enthralled on her playing. Her strumming as tender as a mother's caress yet masterful and unwavering, her voice as soft as the breeze of summer. When she finishes, she smiles at you with warmth "If you liked it so much, why aren't you sparing some change already?" Her soft smile is as one with the sun of spring shining on you both