A Winter Dawn explained (sort of)

I challenge you to find the song this title came from. I'll give you a hint- some 
people call it "folk music." I find that method of categorization laughable.

All these things  were really there that morning. I think they're all around us, 
all the time, but we don't notice them until something makes us feel alive, 
takes us by the shoulders and shakes until we open our eyes. We see the 
world as we want to, most of the time. Very rarely, we can discover that 
we want to see it as it is. It's a longing we teach to each other; it's a way of 
holding on to the moment.

I think the flute is what got me. Harvard Square is such a delight, sometimes. 
But then, so is life.