Discovering his secret moment

I sat in the front seat of the Shuttle 7 bus on the way to work, right behind the driver.  Each time we stopped at a stop light I noticed his right hand leave the wheel and absentmindedly float up beside his head.  At first i thought it was nervous tension, hours of driving a bus creating a physical tick or just moving his arm to stretch.  Then I noticed his fingers moving up and down just slightly in a specific kind of pattern.

Yes, every time we stopped at a light this bus driver was practicing his violin (possibly cello?).  Hand up to position, fingers finding the melody, hand back down to drive when needed.

Sometimes its the beauty in the tiny moments that remind me how amazing it is to be alive.