Hearing the opening strings and piano of NFR by Lana reminds me of being in high school in the fall, driving around after class and taking the long way home.
Also waking up on a Sunday and going downstairs to sit with my parents and watch Sunday Morning. And they'd drink coffee and I'd eat a bowl of cereal and we'd have a lazy little morning.
It's so sweet that I'm still watching it, in my own living room with my own cup of coffee.
Some things don't change even when they do!
Now I miss home!
