I want to remember the places that we left, lost to the mists of time.

Got home after a late night in school. The sky was especially bright, not its usual midnight blue. Thought of the time in Spring when we stepped out from a party at 4am and the sky was already beginning to turn bright. It felt odd though, us clumsily cycling home semi-drunk in the first hours of a new day; it felt like we didn't belong to that perfect picture of dewy early morning calmness. Still, kinda surreal.