I just heard a song on my Pandora station that I associate strongly with my single sophomore year of college. My single with the yellow duvet cover that I would lie on and dream of K because I was so sick in love.

Now I'm listening to it as the kids play on the porch of our Mississippi house, painting together as the rain patters on the roof.

I still like the song. I still love him. I still have the duvet cover, too.