Time Of | The Season (extended Mix)

The rhythm section stayed locked in that cool, effortless pocket. Maya opened her eyes and reached for Leo’s hand. Her palms were warm, slightly damp. "Listen," she whispered, though she didn't need to. The song had moved past the lyrics, deep into the instrumental groove where the real magic lived.

The song hit the three-minute mark—where the radio edit usually surrendered—but tonight, the DJ let the tape run. The organ solo began to spiral. It wasn't just a melody; it was a conversation. Rod Argent’s fingers danced across the keys, building a cathedral of sound that climbed toward the damp ceiling. Time of The Season (Extended Mix)

Maya leaned into Leo’s ear. "Let's go outside," she said. "The sun’s coming up, and I think I finally understand what the season is for." The rhythm section stayed locked in that cool,