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The fishing gear is ready in the trunk of the car. I leave the office, attempting to avoid the rush hour, but a vehicle is burning on the highway. I am heading to the usual river's spot to indulge a few hours wash-away of the urban stress and its corollaries. Stuck in a traffic jam, I turn on the radio. Big surprise, there is great music. I never stop being amazed at how few notes can change life's perspective. Traffic has now dissolved. Without commercial interruptions, great music pours out from the radio in a never-ending continuum that gives me several skin orgasms. Surfing the wave of good mood, I can not help driving farther, aware that I am going to miss the river's spot that I was targeting.