Notes on a Reverie

Quantic beats vibrate the dull fabric. Horns blare from all sides and I cannot tell if they are from passing cars or the speakers. Pure joy exudes from every pore as I haphazardly dance within the constraints of the drivers seat. The wheel is my bongo drum, the sides of my legs the snare. I notice my foot is lead and as I ease off the gas. The music flows through every inch of my being. I can hear every individual note and the chills flow down my spine. I scream and yelp and indulge in every raw feeling that surfaces.
Are human beings capable of living in such ecstasy at will? The ground as my witness, I've been through difficult times. But there are certain switches I can flip at any time and I'm floating above. For as long as I remember, even before I recognized myself as a person of faith, I attributed this raw passion to God. How else could my mind and body synchronize so perfectly with a given moment without divine creation? It's one of my strongest testimonies.

And now Quantic's Descarga! mix illuminates the lightposts I travel under. The vibration pulses and the horns blare and the percussion is in sync with my hands. Thoughts of her fly between the passing cars and exit ramps.

Music is a religious experience.