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By the time by Jimmy Eat World started playing, the sun was beginning to dip, turning the sky a bruised purple that matched the pop-punk angst of their youth. Maya started singing along to the chorus, her voice competing with the wind rushing through the cabin.

The mix slowed down just once, for the acoustic intro of a song that felt like a collective exhale. They drove past golden fields, the "hip-hip" backing vocals echoing against the glass. It didn't matter that they had mortgages now, or that the car’s AC was temperamental. For these three minutes and twenty seconds, the world was as simple as a four-chord progression and a summer breeze. summer_rock_mix_best_summer_rock_songs_2000s

"Everything, everything will be just fine," she shouted over the guitars. By the time by Jimmy Eat World started

The CD reached its end with a mechanical click, leaving a ringing silence in the car. They drove past golden fields, the "hip-hip" backing

Maya leaned back, the wind still whipping her hair. "Obviously."