these are the good nights

These are the nights when the warmth lingers after the street lights are on, the sun-soaked pavement beneath soles says, "Yes, spring is here."  These are the nights when the city is awake with lights, when sitting on a wall and talking about family is perfection (and not the kind that destroys).  These are the nights when old age is sneaking up behind you, but with enough turns of the head you'll keep it at bay with your awareness.  These are the nights to remember, the good ones as well as the bad.