"Summer breeze makes me feel fine, blowin' through the jasmine in my mind" -- the song opens on a feeling so simple it barely qualifies as a thought. A warm breeze, jasmine in bloom, a Friday night with the curtains hanging in the window. Seals and Crofts wrote a song about the relief of arriving home to someone who is already there, who has food waiting, who smiles when you walk through the door. The song has no conflict. No tension. No third-act breakup. It is a description of contentment so complete that the absence of drama becomes the drama. "Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom, July is dressed up and playing a tune" -- the lyric inventories pleasure the way a grateful person inventories a room, counting what is good instead of what is missing.