Sunday Afternoon

On an unusually peaceful Sunday afternoon...

A flute player wandered into our little village.  He wore a backpack, shabby clothing, walked with the aid of 2 crutches... and played such an entrancing strain.  I spied upon him from my window.  What was he doing?  From my observations, I could not tell you.  He simply walked through, playing his flute.
I hope that you enjoy his music as much as I did.