There are different ideas that come to my mind when I think about memories and which one I'd bottle up for all time, to relive over and over. My first ingredient would be summer, not the blasting heat of July, but the cool dusk of June. The next ingredient would be the setting sun. Then, the jamming sounds of Dave Matthews Band playing at Blossom Music Theater, that night I think they played forever and ever. I was with my best friend, we were 17, and we sang along with every word and note that night. I can remember the feeling of fulfillment, happiness, and it seemed like everything in the world was just perfect.
I get goosebumps at the thought of opening this bottle - one that has been lodged in my memory for so long, lost in the plight of everyday. I imagine uncorking the top, breathing deeply, eyes closed, and the sounds of the band take over, my body relaxes with the heat of the sun, I can feel the grass under my feet. The air is charged with emotion, the crowd is lifting up their voices to the sky and I am overwhelmed by humble happiness.
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