There are nights to drive fast,
recklessly even.
those angry nights,
full of contemplation and rage.
nights much too familiar
nights not even the cold air rushing across shivering skin can fix.
nights when driving forever to get away seems like the only thing to do.

But, there are also nights like these,
they are flawed yet beautiful

They are content,
proud,
Irrevocably beautiful nights.

They are the nights where you go slow,
not because of speed limits, but because there is no reason to hurry.

They are the kind of nights that come about when you really love someone,

They are the kind of nights that will never really be forgotten,

They are the culmination of the little things in life,

They are joy.