One Great Thing
by Ann Thurlow
Down at the waterfront you can hear the tourists murmuring and the kids begging for ice cream. The water laps against boats and the masts make that clinking sound. Close by, someone is playing Für Elise. Because—what?—someone had the daffy, inspired idea to install a piano under the pagoda. The wind picks up the notes, bringing them closer to your ear and then teasing them away. There is no big sign, no cost of admission. You can just sit down and play and make the world randomly more beautiful.