So what are yours?

Snowflakes on the windshield as we drove north from Champaign
Falling asleep in the front seat
Charms and feigns

The summer I lived in Austin, the night that Shearwater played
Scrawling on an envelope in the front row 'cause
I can't wait

or that week in Lake Forest in a sterile and echoing dorm
I had to work in the morning, but until then it was
The only living boy in New York

So what are yours?