: notes to self :

natsukashii

Now, at night, it smells like summer.

Specifically those nights where you just wander outside for no reason...

for some reason
(the cool twilight plays irresistible)

Those nights where all you need is one deep breath of that air. You know. Air scented by sunlight and freshly cut lawns--promise and anticipation. Just one breath, and you are settled, by that familiar heavy sweetness. Those nights that demand indecision: debating the real length of kilometres, again and again in school parking lots, while sitting on the picnic tables behind Johnny`s Hamburgers, on a curb outside of a Tim`s (any will do), its yellow light splashing over the mottled concrete, onto your feet, finally coming to rest on the empty cups of coffee/hot chocolate discarded in mock dismay. Those nights after tennis when you race through the twisting streets of Valleymede, the wind pushing past your face, to fill the car with that cool and dark sweetness, slowly evaporating the sweat at your temples (the only evidence left of the asphalt battle you fought in just minutes ago). And you think to yourself, this is so perfect.

Now at night, in Osaka, it smells like summer.