real life soundtrack

walking home from university via idyllic country lane with large fields and stately homes either side, i hear something that i think sounds like a clarinet. wheres it coming from? i turn down a muddy skinny path and the noise gets louder, full of the character and expression unique to someone who isnt an expert but hits all the right notes. i stumble upon a nerdy looking fellow with a pockmarked face who has set himself up in the treeline, using leafless branches as a stand for his sheet music and the vast pink and purple sky beyond as his audience. he sees me and bluntly states, "the music room closes at 4pm". i wish him well and turn back towards home, content that such a fantastical happening in my day was firmly grounded in reality.