this is what i like the most about working late nights: biking home at 3 in the morning when it’s dark and breezy and quiet and the streets are totally empty. reflections of streetlights on the windows of locked-up stores. thinking about how apocalyptic and beautiful the pink night sky looks over the city. catching a scent of jasmine in the air for three whole blocks. smiling at the neighbor who is sitting on their front steps smoking in pajamas. coming in to my partner’s warm bed.