San Diego Night

Looking at the clock it's getting closer to midnight and Z90 is playing slow jams that's soft to the ears. I roll down my windows all the time to feel the wind running on my face, brushing me. It's a cool night, the type of cool where it's not too cold, but pleasant. Traffic lights have a more solid beam holding eye contact. It's an open freeway and I am conscious with it's space that I can feel I am a part of it.