Descending the stairs to the subway last night I heard ethereal sounds from a tenor sax, beautiful slow lines from familiar, unnamed jazz standards. The subway platform perfectly compliments the sax, adding long, gentle reverberation. As I leaned over to drop some money in his hat there was a split second in between phrases when he quickly pulled his mouth away to inhale and took the time to say, “thank you.” Amazed me that he could play so well and fit a thank you in there.