I walked tonight from my somewhat new home to my good friend’s new home for a late-night housewarming party and found it quite romantic. Berkeley at night, when the air is still and quiet, smells of all the many flowers growing wild in million dollar homes’ yards’. Jasmine, blooming orange trees, calunda.. It smells sweet and amazing and thick but not heavy. On my way up into the hills where my friend lives (about five or six blocks uphill onto the north side of campus), I could hear the Arcade Fire concert from the greek theater. Dim lights from living rooms lit the way and the scent of flowers was intoxicating in a way it can’t be during the day. Jasmine even stood out visually, white and catching what little light there was. I feel so lucky to live here and be young.