Something I noticed artfully in NYC was when I was on the subway a few days ago:

As I was on my way home, a man on the other side of the train car started playing the guitar. I wasn’t able to hear the song too clearly and that was probably the reason my mind decided that he was playing one of my favorite guitar tunes, misguided as the idea probably was. The thing thing struck me about this particular musician was that he wasn’t playing so that he could collect money, but simply because he felt like it. And in the middle of the chaos of public transit, the moment just felt so genuine.