I put on “Love in Flats” and I’m lying on a blanket on the grass with aspens blowing in the breeze over my head. My lover is beside me; we have a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, some seedless grapes, a bit of brie and some crisp apples. My lover walks away but the memory remains and I savor the moment. Though the scene I’m in is one of love lost, a broken heart, the emotion that envelops me is the giddy, fulfilling, exciting rush of new love. 
Emily’s voice is rich and layered; it’s savory: a brandy cheesecake with a dark coffee or key lime pie with a cognac in front of a cozy fire at a winter cabin, curled under a blanket with a romantic novel by a great writer.
The rhythm is infectious like when I find a good move on the dance floor: one that just feels right. As others are watching with envy and desire, I grab hold of my partner’s hand and we saunter off into the moonlight, down a long winding beach, warm waves flirting with my ankles.
I clench my teeth with a solid grip on the reigns of a fast horse racing through the underbrush of a pine forest, racing to shelter before the thunder strikes. 
Emily Hurd’s music tugs at my heart and reminds me of all the blissful moments in my life with a longing that just feels so damn good. The CD ends and I put it on again, anxious to feel so deeply again.
Thank you Emily; I am grateful for the feelings your music elicits: the passion that is love and life.
“There’s something easy in the way that you please me…Oh come meet the dawn with your evening clothes on…Tonight’s got a life of its own besides you…There’s something holy in the way that you hold me…Tonight I could be baptized by you…” – Evening Clothes by Emily Hurd
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