Its that kind of night.

When I have work lining up for my attention but they’re not really urgent (or so I would think), and I’m just wasting time trying to find things to entertain myself but not really doing anything in particular.
When I look up and there’s nothing much to look forward to, and I don’t have any concrete short-term plans for the days ahead.
And its just a bit on the cold side, with this thin layer of silence and air all round when I look out of the windows, so its like the lights are brighter and the sounds are louder.
And everything seems just right. The lights aren’t too bright, it isn’t too humid, the music is just nice with the right tempo and pace and not too distracting.
When my mood lands in a particular state that doesn’t fluctuates at both ends.
And I think its all right to drop everything, to get lost and not bother about finding the way back, to lose things and not be bothered about them, to feel and not be bothered about the consequences, to do things and think that they don’t really matter at all.
And when I think to myself that its nice to just indulge in this moment, like having nothing and not wanting anything, just for tonight.
So that when I wake up tomorrow, wishing for and wanting anything and everything, I still know that there was such a moment in a somewhere at a sometime.