When the light go down in the city and the sun shines on the bay (or the harbour...)

Tonight was one of those really early spring nights. You know the kind I mean. It doesn't get dark until after 6 and the late evening sun is beating down and it blinds you.
The air has a certain smell. It's fresh, but not like fall when its crisp. It's like muddy air in Spring, like the promise of things to come like flowers and sandles. The sidewalk is full of puddles from dirty snow that has melted in the mild weather of the day, and it makes you want to stay outside and just keep walking forever.
Or atleast not be walking to school for a rediculous night class. Until your prof tells you there's only 3 classes left plus the exam.

WOAH!?

Like... I knew it was March and stuff... but like.... 3 classes? Snap!



unh... I had way more to say when I was thinking about this before.... I have to go read about the late 60s drug culture now.