I met up with a sweet one-year old and her family the other afternoon. It was a beautiful day, I got some beautiful photographs and there was even a gentleman on a bench playing (what seemed to be) Danny Boy on some sort of fife-ish instrument. I do not know my flutes and flute-like instruments, or the differences between them, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the tune. Imagine a lovely, beautifully haunting, Irish tune drifting through the air, accompanied with perfect weather, a slight breeze and glittering sunshine. It was quite glorious.