In every moment we are alone and one with the vastness of the universe. In every moment there is hope and sorrow. In every moment there is grace and gratitude. In pensive reflection in the middle of a crowded market this beautiful young soul sat quietly as her friends played their violins to passerbys. Some stopped to listen and watch the young musicians. And while their music rang melodiously through the crisp and bustling air…I connected with the one on the sideline…in stillness with her thoughts.