Late Sunday night, lightning hit the streetlamp on our street. The white CRACK shook the pavement and took out power all around the neighborhood.
My wife sent me to check the damage, even though it was still pouring. She was scared our tree might've caught fire.
The tree was unaffected, but the streetlamp somehow still blazed its hazy halo over the muddy green puddles. I adjusted my hood to see it better.
That circle of light was just so odd. Raindrops slapped in the ring of dirty mist. Rhythmic, almost. I stepped underneath it.
And that’s how they got me.
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Love the outtro! Super setup. Great stuff, Beck.