It happened only once, but it fit in so naturally; it was built-up to its finest point with such finnesse and subtlty that when it did, it was absolutely expected — there just couldn’t have been any other way.
Very few chance happenings occur that way, but when they do one often ends up wondering if there were some bigger, yet unperceptible forces at play. Serependity? Destiny? Maybe it was written, meant to be.
And it feels that way only because it doesn’t happen more frequently. Also because it lasts for such a short period of time. Half the fun really is playing it back in your head. Of course, the other half was the anticipation.
—-
Paul Oakenfold is the man.