It's around 2003. I've lost weight and I'm wearing a purple clingy top and a nice pair of black pants. I'm driving my Saturn down Victoria Avenue toward my apartment in Oxnard, workday over, the lowering sun in my eyes, moonroof open, my hair blowing. Passing one strawberry field after another. Why does this mundane memory make me so happy? The song. It created the moment. It got me in the moment. A moment in my life that never happened again. It's so important to be there when it happens.
She's Eclectic
Where I post about the songs I love and what they mean to me
She's Eclectic 
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