Summer jobs had always been a rite of passage, but the one Jonah found at Miller’s Produce was harder than he expected, and better. Dawn meant hauling crates while the air still tasted of night. Under the flat, corrugated roof of the loading bay, he learned how to lift without losing breath, how to stack so boxes wouldn’t collapse, how to take a joke from a foreman whose hands were as callused as his voice. His hands changed—small nicks and calluses that would later be badges he barely noticed. More important was the routine: showing up, finishing tasks, being trusted with responsibilities that mattered to the people around him.

: A mix of upbeat summer tracks for lighter scenes and reflective, acoustic songs for deeper moments.