Once in a while comes a sound that dissolves the edges of everything.
It’s different for different people - different music, a different situation, a different interpretation.
But when it happens, it’s the same - time and tone meet, merge, and light pours out of the openings in your chest.
This time, it’s called Isochronous.
When they let their loose, something sacred happens inside every cell. I don’t know what it’s called, and I also don’t care. It’s been a while since I heard my own soul singing along, and even longer since sound made my heart happy.
Wake me up when the winter is over.