Tunnel Fission

As I stared into the dark abyss of sideways rain on a cold night in January, I started to get lost in the echoes of bells. Whether they were real or imagined, I’m still not sure. The swirls of sound among the ever changing patterns of wind and water felt to me like falling through a tunnel. Determined to not let the dreariness get me down during the longest nights of the year, I let a driving, optimistic bassline cut through the dark like a nuclear reactor lighting up a twinkling city, shining through the gloomy curtain.