Setting: Driving home at 5:09 pm. It's dark. It's cold. It's raining. I'm stressed; Ex is out of town so I have to pick up Young Son before the daycare closes at 5:30 pm or he will be turned into a pumpkin or some such shit. And I'm freaked out because I'm moving in a week and I'm way behind.
All of a sudden the realization dawns that the windshield wipers are keeping the beat of the song* on the radio. I always like it when that happens. Usually, though, the timing is just that much off so the synchronicity lasts just a moment or two.
This time, however, the beat stayed rock steady for the duration. Truly magical.
*Porcelain, by Moby