Saturday Morning Cartoon (kind of): a moment of music meets magical realism

Think about this:

On the day they were going to kill him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on. He'd dreamed he was going through a grove of timber trees where a gentle drizzle was falling, and for an instant he was happy in his dream.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Chronicle of a Death Foretold

Then go watch this.

Now go write something.