Strange and Bitter Crop
I was in the passenger seat of a chevy cavalier. I had on a pleather, black jacket, and a turtleneck in October, which in Texas is definitely an unnecessary item. There was a citrus-flavored air freshener in the vent and the sun was being passive about setting, but fairly bold about the heat it kindly decided to share. I'm a typical dude that doesn't remember details for anything. And the only reason I remember these was because of her voice. Nina interrupted the conversation I was having, and I don't recall the topic, with a beautiful pain. That's as simple as it can be put. If the pure form of pain was a sound, Nina knew the key, the rhythm, and the tone to convey it properly.