Walking around after, we passed a young guitarist-singer busking on the corner with mic, amp, and open guitar case. At a nudge from the Divine I dropped a coin and urged, “You keep it up, man.” The flicker I saw in his eyes stole my breath and melted tears. I started to choke up, telling Andi I didn’t know why; it caught me by surprise. Emotions welled up stronger and pushed out tears. Why? It was the flicker and almost imperceptible smile–revealing the joy of an artist whose work touches another. The joy of appreciation. The joy of a kindred spirit.