Fact #1: I like going on walks.
Fact #2: I really like going on walks late at night.
Fact #3: I really, really like singing while I'm out walking late at night.
So, Saturday evening, I was walking down to the Appels' for dinner. My heart overflowed with joy, so to speak, and I started a full-volume rendition of "Till There was You," not paying much attention to the road.
There were bells on the hill, but I never heard them ringing,
No, I never heard them at all, till there was you.
There were birds in the sky, but I never saw them winging,
No, I never saw them at all, till there was you...
Right around that line (which happens to be rather high), I glanced up, and observed... some random stranger walking towards me, about five feet away.
So, at this point, do you stop singing and dive under the nearest bush, or do you assert your eccentricity with full volume?
I opted for eccentricity.
And there was music, and there were wonderful roses,
They tell me, in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew
There was love all around, but I never heard it singing,
No, I never heard it at all, till there was you.