I was wandering around Tiantan Park in Beijing when a sound in the distance beckoned me to investigate. The sound could be described as resonant, raw, and certain strokes were reminiscent of the twang I grew up on in the south. Finally, I recognized it as music.
The song was given clarity as I came upon a group of Chinese men and women enjoying their leisure time endowed upon them as elders of the community. Instruments unidentifiable to me were creating a heartfelt melody that attracted many spectators. I felt a respect for these musicians, despite the occasionally piercing sounds they were producing. I appreciated their desire to come together in fellowship, to discover unity during these improvised compositions, and to remain active in spite of age.
It was an inspiring moment - unexpected during a casual stroll through the park. After a prolonged moment of observing the gathering of musicians, I continued my exploration of Beijing. All the while humming that unforeseen "harmony" I had discovered earlier in the day.