Half past six on a Monday evening, back in office, trying to clear three weeks’ backlog in two days. Piles and piles of files, check-lists, reminders, the usual.
Then I realise that if I’m charging my iPod, I might as well play something off iTunes. A new friend on Facebook posts a link to Masiakasaurus playing an extended version of my all-time favourite guitar song.
And as if on cue, the heavens open up with a roll of thunder. A window flies open and the earth-slaking skin-waking breeze reaches in to chill my fingers.
Wake up, chillun. It’s raining into the city, it’s raining into the night.
