A big reassuring hug in the form of a classic pop song. I love this more than most things in life up to and including the delicious home made brownies I ate for dinner today. But it has to be said, nothing felt quite as amazing as listening to this song blasting from my convertible, driving around a stifling home town at the precious age of seventeen. 

The clouds never expect it when it rains

But the sea changes colour, but the sea does not change

And so with the slow, graceful flow of age

I went forth with an age old desire to please

On the edge of seventeen

(If anyone is on My Jam, you can find me here. I am currently jamming to Fleetwood Mac, but I do listen to less cheesy music on occasion).