I can't put a finger on what the night air feels like tonight. It's cold, it smells like dinner time at camp when you're feeling so hungry after a long tiring day and the fragrance of dinner wafting through the air is just making you salivate. But it also smells like a walk by the beach after dark, hand in hand, deep in an engaging conversation. Yet it smells like the night air at Surabaya, on the mountain top, cold and crisp. And it also smells like someone sniffing the air intently to figure out what it smells like.
The night air always smells a bit nostalgic.
I'm sorry this blog has been reduced to just words, words and more words. But I like words. Do you?
