I think its because I have so many fond memories that took place in chilly night air. When I was a kid, my cousins and I would play outside all day until the last possible minute before being told to come inside. We'd always beg for "5 more minutes" and extend our play into the chilly night air. I can still remember the smell and feel of the excitement before a marching band competition or high school football game performance, which took place in chilly night air. The beach reminds me too, due to waves bringing refreshing air to the shore. Nights in Hawaii were warm but still had a slight chill in the atmosphere. I specifically remember laying in the sand in Maui on one of the more chilly nights, looking up at the stars and recalling that I had never seen them so bright before. It was as if a giant had scooped up bursting white diamonds and threw them with great force, splattering them endlessly across the jet black sky.
I also remember almost this time last year during spring break in Panama City, FL, where all nights had chilly night air since it wasn't quite summer yet. The feel of the sand between my toes and the sound of rushing ocean waves always come to mind when I think of chilly night air. Anytime I've been to bonfires with friends that weren't in the heat of the summer were during chilly night air.
Marching band, the beach, and childhood play are some of my top memories connected to chilly night air. But there are countless others ranging from watching fireworks, going on walks with friends (especially downtown on the canal), and getting ready to go out that all revolve around chilly night air.
Right now, as I study in my room, I have my window open and my fan on low, bringing the chilly night air into my existence. With a longing for adventure and a pang to break free into the night, I know I must contain myself for now to prepare for an exam.
I am glad though, that I have the chilly night air to keep me company, whispering of adventures past and exciting things to come.
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