I love the nighttime in summer.
When its been hot all day but its cooled down with a chilling breeze. The wind just cold enough that when it rushes through the air it leaves light shivers in its wake. The smell of fresh air and nature and peace. The silence besides the white noise of cars passing through the world outside of my own bubble. The calming dark that I just wish would swallow me up someday. I need the calmness that night brings. But eventually my world is shattered when I realize I have to go home at some point. At those moments it feels like the nature is my home, the cool cement the only comfort I need. A dread fills my heart as I approach the light of my front door. I could never possible get even close to the amount of peace I had moments ago. Its all gone and in its place is a weight on my shoulders and tears waiting to be shed.
I love the nighttime in summer.
