The Beauty in Things I Could Complain About

The Beauty in the Evening Commute

There is a precise spot on a staircase in the 14th Street-Union Square subway station where you can hear the clown-masked quartet from the upper level as well as a child prodigy pianist on the lower level and also a drummer and his bass guitarist further down the platform. Often the noise of the City can dance dramatically on your head and compel the impossible wish for Bewitching teleportation, but then you are reminded of the Beauty: the Beauty of talent, the Beauty of diversity, the Beauty of the hustle, the Beauty of a specific location, the Beauty of exposure, the Beauty of the evening commute.