Sometimes a stray hum is all you need, a kind of raw seed. I hear it in the busker’s breath, in the rustle of the street, and I feel the line start to form in my head. Inspiration isn’t always a full song waiting to be discovered; it’s those little, unfinished moments that stretch and wait. If you let yourself listen without judging, that tune can grow into something whole. It's like catching a note on the wind and deciding to hold it until it lands. Keep your ears open, and the street will keep handing you those fragments.