It isn't summer, it's barely feeling like a spring day on this particular day, but somehow it works just as if it were a warm summer day.
When I hear just such a song I want to roll down the window, let my hair blow freely and sing like nobody is listening!
Thursday coming home from work rolling along the 401 that song streams from the car radio and it feels like a summer day many years ago and for a few short moments it feels like I am much younger.
That song is "Jack and Diane" which for some reason makes me think of summer. In writing this post realize it may be much more than that.
This song doesn't perhaps JUST remind me of summer, but of the "spring" of my life. Summer, the epitome of carefree, footloose, fun in the sun, friends, friendships, first loves and long lingering wonderful days. It's feeling that sense of everything is amazing and wonderful and imagining all the wonderful to come...cruisin' carefree, an ice cold coca cola, warm rays on your face, a day at the beach, attending a great summer concert where and when it seems the world is at it's very best.
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