Night

I like walking around in Oslo during the night. The smell of flowers is almost sticky, it’s so much more prominent than during the day. I remember we took a stroll in Slottsparken after midnight and we sat down in the grass, I bent backwards, put my head down. It was so soft, I almost fell asleep, I felt warm.
And I remember the bench where we watched the green light in the window opposite, and the sound the leaves made outside my window yesterday, just as I was thinking about that time you know, when the sun came bursting out of the glass ceiling at the station and I remember everything, everything. This is a happy feeling.