I enter, The stench of stale bread and coffee creak out from inside the cubicles. The gray noise fills the air. I hear keyboards clicking. The sound of sighing, slight mumbling, and mugs of coffee being picked up and placed down.  But one day I heard something new. It was the harmonious humming  of a man outside on his harmonica. Collecting coins from a coffee cup. The music blew through the  monotonous noises of everyday life. His mellow and melodic mystique  brought a mysterious, yet, welcomed sensation. And I couldn’t help but admire  his performance.