Bolsa Tote When the Lights Begin to Fall

When the Lights Begin to Fall feels like the final crescendo of the year, when the music swells and time seems to hold its breath. It moves like a midnight anthem built from rising synths, bright brass stabs, and a steady heartbeat of bass reflecting off the skyline. Each burst of light reads as a crashing cymbal or a triumphant downbeat, while the reflections on the water soften into sustained chords that linger between seconds. There is celebration here, but also release. The song has reached its peak, and in that suspended moment between one year and the next, everything glows with possibility. Image created with the assistance of AI.