LINKED because there's no room in EMBED.
Naked Eyes, "Promises, Promises". From my sister's Frosh Year in college (Warren Wilson). A time of great anxiety, changes, transitions, and possibilities. We saw the coming of the month of August with a mix of excitement and dread. So much could go right. So much could go wrong. We never knew what.
I guess I'll ALWAYS see the start of August every year henceforth to my dying day the same way.