A storm is coming.
Walking outside into the mystical and powerful moments when dusk turns to dark. There is an ominous sky in the distance, the wind picks up and you can hear the rain faraway, like Miles' horn. Bats darting to and fro, like Cannonball's alto. Bolts of lightning flickering and lighting up the sky, like Coltrane's tenor. The leaves blowing and surging in the trees, like Bill Evan's piano. A deep thunder rolls in and shakes the earth like Jimmy Cobb and Paul Chambers. These are forces of nature, like Miles' band in '58.