[Flamesoholic]

That first really warm night in spring when the stars are shining, and the air is filled with the smell of fresh flowers from the lilac trees. You're just walking along and realize for at least for that moment, the city has gone quiet.
And there you are, standing in the warm night air breathing in the spring flowers, looking up at the stars with no sirens or cars with tricked up mufflers assaulting your ears, and you're like "yeah, this is pretty awesome".