It was a few days ago I believe. I can’t remember what time it was but I believe it was fairly late. I was walking to my car at the University. And where I park is quite far from everything (hence the cheap parking rate). As I was passing the gym, I began to hear someone whistling a tune. At first I just assumed it was someone in the gym just whistling so I didn’t really pay any attention to it. But as I began to enter the ice rink attached to the Kinesiology building (far from the gym) I began to notice that the whistling was still lingering. It wasn’t until I went outside that I actually began to pay attention to the sound.
There were a a few people walking towards the parking lot with me. It was night time and if I recall correctly, there was a light orange hue over the city due to the cloud cover that was keeping the weather at a pleasant 1*C. There was no wind whatsoever. It was only then that I actually began to listen to what was being whistled. I am not sure what song it was but judging from the notes and melody, it was most likely an old classical song. The way that this person was whistling it was just amazing. Every now and then he would start humming the tune before going back to whistling. And it wasn’t like he was whistling quietly, there was a great distance between myself and this person when I first initially began to notice it.
As I walked in the night, all I could focus on was this tune that he was whistling. I mean usually I am either lost in my thoughts regarding school or something else. I don’t really pay attention to my surroundings because I walk that route every day. But there was something about this tune that made me fully aware of the clouds, the night, the temperature…everything. I noticed that the whistling and hum was getting closer. Before, I didn’t want to look back to see who was doing it so as to not make the person feel uncomfortable, though admittedly I was dying to see who it was. Finally I looked towards my left and saw a guy probably my age walk past me. I am probably wrong but he looked like he was an engineering student. He was walking pretty fast, maybe because he was cold or maybe because that was his regular pace. I didn’t want to lose the sound so I began to walk faster as well. I think I had a whole bunch of books that I was carrying so walking was already tough. Usually the muscles just below my shins begin to ache real bad but I was determined to stay with this guy, or at least be in distance of his whistling.
Walking behind him, listening to this beautiful melody, combined with the atmosphere of the night and the late night bustle of campus, it was quite possibly one of the most pleasant walks I have ever had in my entire life. Even with all the stuff I was carrying, I had wished that walk never ended. I wanted to stop him badly and ask what composition he was whistling and by who but that would have meant a pause in the melody and I wanted nothing to stop that sweet song. I listened to that melody the entire way to my car. When I got in, I looked through my rear view mirror and he was still walking, still whistling. I only got that song out of my head when I finally fell asleep that night. When I woke up, the melody had left my head, lost in memory. But that is one of the few walks of my entire life that I will actually remember.