Current mood:	calm
Current music:	Azure Ray || Sleep

I rode my bike home from classes this afternoon. The sun was out and the street that I love riding down - a little one-way street lined by townhouses that are oldoldold and ornate and it's the sort of road where pink petals from the trees have fallen everywhere and mothers leave their children's toys out by the porches because they're rich enough that they don't care if the stuff gets stolen - was so warm and Huxtable-perfect and children were playing four-square in the street as I rode by, and everything smelled of grass and summer and weeds, and I let my hair down and it waved and whipped in the wind behind me, and on a longer stretch of road by the grocery store, I stood and peddled and peddled and peddled and let the wind rush over me, and the sun shone down, and it smelled like summer when I was 12. It was beautiful. It's that time of day in warm weather when the sun never sets, it's just that golden color forever, and you feel like it's never going to set. I'm in the house alone now, music flooding the place, windows open, and I am happy. I'll let the dog out in a minute to run through the weeds in the backyard - we need to mow the lawn, it's knee-high, but it all smells like city and wisteria mixed, that lazy hazy heady city purple-on-fence smell.