“You have a choice,” I said. “Sigur Ros or Nine Inch Nails.”
“Nine Inch Nails,” Gamma said.
It rained hard yesterday. My wife called me at work and said the road near our village was closed due to a mudslide. That’s some hard rain, because it’s perfectly flat where we live.
There is one underpass where the road goes under some train tracks, sometimes that fills up. And new train tracks are raised, so maybe some mud washed down the embankment.
I made it home okay. I couldn’t make my mind up between Nine Inch Nails and Sigur Ros, so I kept switching between the two. NIN went well with the lightning and dark clouds. SR went well with the rained-on fields and the green coming out in the woods.