This afternoon I stepped away from writing for a bit to go for a run. On the bike trail I encountered something new.
A man was slowly walking down Big Hollow Road (a remote PSU service road that runs parallel to the bike trail for a bit) playing the bagpipes . The notes rolled across the valley and sounded quite haunting. It reminded me of a movie scene.
I’ve now encountered guitars and bagpipes while running. I wonder what instrument is next?
 For any How I Met your Mother fans, I am not using “playing the bagpipes” as a euphemism.