One of the things I miss about living in New York City is walking through the subway and hearing music.
I could be in a terrible mood, or hot and sweaty from the scorching summer temps, and that music would ensorcel me.
Upon hearing those tantilizing notes, I’d walk straight for the busker and just stand there until the song ended. Sometimes I would be alone, listening intently while the crowds hustled down to their trains or up to the city streets. Other times, I’d be joined by fellow music lovers, who silently agreed that stopping to appreciate someone’s talent was worth a few extra minutes of time.
To show my gratitude, I would smile and applaud the performer at the end of the song. Whenever possible, I’d also leave a little coin. Then, I’d head toward my destination, carrying their music in my heart.
