8:16pm

I think this epitomises my favourite time of day, however specific to this season and weather. 

It is the precise moment of the day where everything is the most still. 

The day has bid its farewell, and the street lamps acknowledge this by flickering on, segments at a time. 

I drive down the Northern Motorway, past Tristram Ave, past Northcote Rd, on towards the Harbour bridge. 

In reality, the street lamps aren't needed. The opal remnants of the sun filter onto the road, leaving the electricity present only as tiny pinpricks every three metres. 

There's this one point on the motorway between Constellation Drive and Tristram, where there's an underestimated downwards slope. 

At this precise moment, the metaphor my mum told me as a kid is the most accurate - it looks exactly like a dragon, winding its way in and out of sight.

On a perfect 8:16pm, it drizzled one and a half hours before. Note the specificity of drizzle; any presence of wind in that rain ruins it. By this precise moment, half the rain would have evaporated away, leaving concrete that is wet only by appearance.

However, if you turn down the windows you'll definitely be able to smell, and feel, the damp.

As the blue digital clock on the dashboard ticks over to 8:17pm, true night takes over. Drivers decide they need to power on the headlights, the wind picks up around the car and sure enough thick droplets descend onto the windscreen. 

P.S. I have my med interview next friday :O