Has a strange fragrant solidity. It reminds me of the thunder of youth, and the loss of immortality we all must suffer when we realize time is time and not even the sun or the moon roaring in your veins can change that. But on nights like this I can almost smell the power and feel the love in bones, the certainty of the uncertain, that knowledge that the love you feel for that first someone is so powerfull it could rip continets apart and move the earth around your feet. The force of awkward puppy love, the infalible, whispering secrets. All this in the air tonight. All this flowing in my veins. This is a night for love making with the windows wide open and the soft spring air against the truth of naked skin, this is a night for feeling loved and blessed. And I hope you all do.