Night comes

The night is here. I'm strangely exhausted today, strange because I didn't get any real work done. I took it easy and even played a game for an hour or so, the most I've used in such trivial pursuits for a long time... A few months I think.
 
Maybe it's the relaxation. Maybe I needed something like that, apart from the pursuit of arts and sciences I usually try to devote my life to (at the risk of sounding pretentious). For some reason I feel very rested and relaxed right now, in both body and mind. It feels as if little pieces of myself that's been torn away to little pieces are slowly finding their way back to me, making me whole again.
 
For some reason I am reminded of the long road trip I took back when I was little, in California. Everything was quiet and there wasn't any obstruction to any direction. It was a largest empty field I've ever seen, the thin strip of highway coming from one horizon going off into another. The land was arid, but it wasn't hot. It was quite cold actually, as if I was high in the sky among the atmosphere. There was unmistakable scent of green in the air, like spring wind. The world was enveloped in the dark blue hues of the sky with a thin streak of red light just emerging from the violet horizon... The world felt impossibly pure, and in the middle I felt as if the sky was falling into my heart.
 
I don't know how I would be able to describe what I am feeling right now, so I listed down bunch of stuff from the time in my life I felt something similar. It would be simple to define the whole exxperience as something like 'relaxed catharsis' or something such, but would it have been enough to portray my impression in full? Shouldn't I write down the very form of the world that gave birth to my impression of the world to ensure maximum fidelity with the reader? With myself? How would I be able to explain such feeling of calm revelation intermingled with such intense sensation of nostalgia?
 
I'm tapping this away as I lay in my bed, waiting for the sleep to overtake me. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I might even be able to dream of the memory I just described above.
 
Such amazing feeling of calmness and wonder. It would have been sad to live a life without such an experience, something so pure that my meager linguistics just can't seem to be able to describe it.
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