He sat there grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Was it because he was wearing canary yellow pants? Possibly. A wave of happiness washed over him. He was living Art in real-time. An artist of disruption.
Bathed in a sea of black winter coats on the Manhattan bound W train, even his tan 3/4 London Fog rain coat stood out. He was beside himself, giddy, and all he wanted was to shout and share it with everyone. Having not enough time to procure coffee, saner minds still prevailed as he found an alternative rush of adrenaline brought on by the moment, and the groove of Marvin Gaye.