I miss the smell of night and rain together. I miss the way the night sky looks between the tops of the trees, and the way the full moon’s light shines through them.
I miss running and singing showtunes on East Field. I miss walking across campus to Late Night at the dining hall. I miss the ten minute walks to Seven Eleven at midnight to get Slurpees. I miss the feeling that, when you’re walking in the dark, no one exists in the world except you and the people you’re walking with. I miss walking home from my friend’s apartment at two in the morning, over gravel and dirt and grass, onto the bike path, half afraid of mountain lions and half preoccupied with our conversations.
I miss going to the Poet & the Patriot and playing darts. I miss walking home in the dark and pretending that I was a superhero so that I wouldn’t feel so afraid. I even miss that.
I miss staying up way past my bedtime, until I’m so tired I could collapse on the ottoman, but it doesn’t really matter because I had another best night of my life.
I miss saying goodnight six times before I finally go back to my room.
I miss Santa Cruz nightlife and all the people that came with it.
It’s 2:12 AM on Sunday morning, and I should be tired, but all I want to do is walk through the forest with my friends–we don’t even have to get Slurpees. We could just walk.