There was music in the back of the restaurant and the dishwasher was working to the beat the person eating lifts their fork as another walks up to the register it opens as the person with the fork drops a piece of food on there clothing. The clerk behind the counter yells out another order as the cook is dicing away. It is beautiful what do you call that?
The door opens and the bell rings and a gust of wind fills the room. This woman puts on her fuzzy sweater with the button pockets.
The bartender with the jack and the drummer in my headphones with the beat.
The pottery next door was spinning molding to the beat.
The faces look to you drawn to the beat.
It's always there even without the music there is the fabulous beat. The great musician! synergy!
This something that belongs in your journal since I don't see how it is a discussion topic.