In addition to the church year and the secular holiday calendar, I find myself listening to different music cyclically, based on the seasons. Come fall, I always turn on the Cranberries. Don't know why, it's a thing. Today I found Linger stuck in my head, and it occurred to me that it's September, even if Savannah's still hot and humid.
Fall in general has me nostalgic, and something about the 90s feels cold. Maybe it was all those denim jackets? There's something particularly aching about the Cranberries that seems autumnal.
This is one of my favorites. Don't you love the opening scene where she pops the CD in the walkman?