I love walking home when it's dark out and you can see the fog moving through the streets. Where shafts of streetlight slice through the leaves on trees and the air is damp on your face. I love that it's warm enough for just a sweater and you can smell the honeysuckle thick in your throat.
Content am I in the night
Content am I in the night
I like campus buildings at dawn...its like Lost In Translation, the sheer beauty of it.
The smell of honeysuckle...ah...
Damn, you lost me in reverie there