Once, I was on an evening stroll. The wind was brisk but gentle, and the smell of spring was in the air. The sun was about to touch the horizon so I figured I’d walk down a familiar beach pathway to catch a glimpse of the sun setting. It was rather clear skies, only a few blotches of pillowy clouds, I was certain that they were to show some beautiful colors.

With my headphones on, as-well as my v...