The air is heavy with nostalgia.

Not like the day before.

The evenings are when the air carries most weight.

How can the mind react so strongly to such a faint aroma?

Regardless, it does wonders.

My shoulders drop,

the race in my mind comes to a pause,

The night gains a different kind of colour.

A colour and liveliness without the sun.

The chill is in the air.

But it’s the cherry on top.

It reminds you how good it feels to be warm.