A rare but welcome moment of peace, calm, privacy and togetherness. The kind of moment you could happily live in forever. Life’s pressures seem to evaporate like breath in a winter mist.

The music is everything. “The first time I truly appreciated this song, I was in the bath. You need good speakers or headphones, but it’s almost a perfect song,” he said.

“I’ve never much liked Radiohead”, she replied. “Too depressing”.

“I used to feel the same way. They’re like olives. I feel like I still don’t fully understand them but their music is there when I need it and it gets better as I get older.”

“What’s wrong with this song, then?”

“Thom Yorke, it’s all in the very last note that he sings. He just cuts it off a bit to soon… Listen.”

The song crescendos and then fades as they listen, and then rises to a new heavenly pinnacle. The chord progression, the dynamics, the sense of flying, floating upwards. It’s as if you are high on fresh air and adrenaline after walking up a long, steep hill for hours, towards a veil of branches and leaves, behind which emerges the most breathtaking view. You don’t want this moment to end. You don’t want this thing to end, whatever it is.

“There, see? He should have just held on to that note a few beats longer. It just ends a little too soon.”

As he has been speaking, a lump had begun to form in his throat and his voice had faltered, as he remembered the date and realised the unintentional but serendipitous metaphor he had just made. An important anniversary he had been trying to avoid making a big deal of.

“Maybe it’s better that way.” She said. “It leaves you wanting more”.

His serendipitous metaphor wasn’t perfect. But it is now.