I've always been a big believer in the power and beauty of the right tune at the right time. I'm a sucker for movie soundtracks for that reason, not that I buy them, but I pay attention during the film because sometimes it all comes together so perfectly and that's worth the rest of the time, when it doesn't. One of the main reasons why Vanilla Sky is my absolute favourite film is because of the totally, utterly perfect soundtrack - which seems to be Cameron Crowe's schtick, now that I think about it.

Anyway, tangent. I was walking around at lunchtime and this song appeared on my ipod. Suddenly everything was crisper, it made sense, or it didn't matter. Things were significant but all of the crappy stuff was ok for a while. I wandered around in the sunshine and the air crackled with the beginnings of a storm, I so nearly went and sat by the river and listened to it on repeat as I enjoyed this feeling of calm, the temporary release of this wave of apathy. I did not care about all of the bollocks. I checked my bank balance when I got to the shop and my agency had underpaid me by a day, which put the kibosh on the plans I'd had for the evenings in the weekend, but you know what? Who cares. My ears were full of M83.

Then I walked back to work (the long way) and talked for five seconds to the fittie (winner) and as soon as I got back to my desk, saw a mountain of emails, the post-it messages I want to give myself papercuts with and remembered that I have a massive overdue project that I am going to get jobraped about because I can't escalate it any higher and no one is doing ANYTHING to help... I paused the song and settled back into the world.

It would be nice if that warm, hazy feeling could last longer. But it can't, and it shouldn't, because we all need the stress of day to day to appreciate the wonder in moments like that where all the pieces fit and you realise the picture they make is beautiful.

PS Every time the fittie walks past I can't stop thinking about giving him a blow job. Sorry. I had to say it.