that kind of night

It's that kind of night. The kind that keeps me in Portland through the gray and the rain and the 4:30 sunsets. I ride my bike home through the warm dark streets. Watching red lanterns in front windows, breathing in the roses and the lavender. I turn the corner and for a moment the air is perfectly still, breeze and forward motion creating a space like water the exact temperature of my skin. That kind of night.