Lovely nights like tonight. The wonderful scent of the wind—a fragrance reminiscent of the aura of the mountains and the sea, which weaves slowly, translucently through every little nook and cranny of our town. I knew this night would never be back, but that didn’t matter. Just having the possibility, just knowing that I might find myself again in a night like this, in some other summer, was enough to make it all perfect.
