There’s just something magical about night air, particularly around 9pm. The dark sky, the shadows, the temperature is dropping, and a perfect night would have a nice cool breeze. I can only assume that my fondness for this time of night has to do with my memories of working at the mall in my very reckless 20s. The mall closed at 9pm sharp and unless you worked in one of the restaurants or major department stores, you were out of there no later than 9:15pm. There’s a sense of community among mall employees. We’ve all dealt with the screaming kids, the obnoxious tweens, the confused parents, and lost elderly. We all worked in retail. It’s only 9:15pm…the night is young…we would hang out in the parking lot, smoke cigarettes, and make plans on where to meet up in an hour or two. The party would soon start.
Even now all these years later, I still feel that sense of freedom if I just so happen to be outside around that time of night and just the right breeze blows over me. It’s funny, its not something I’d thought I’d remember or reminisce about someday.