I was sitting in the traffic on the M3 this morning, listening to the new Slowdive album.
The traffic was awful, a thousand cars, each occupied by a single individual, waiting in line merely for the opportunity to join another queue on the other side of the lights.
And then, just as the amazing release kicked in on this track at 3:08, the peachy morning sun hit the top of Table Mountain.
The timing was impeccable.
And suddenly, everything was alright.
For a while, at least.