I spent the evening catching up with old friends and new, from Handlebar to Exit, Late Bar to NEO, with DJs, skaters, bartenders, and more. Now I only have until nightfall to dance with this old city of mine, and there are so many dips, lifts, and pirouettes I want to do, with barely time for a spin or two. It’s time to live a thousand hours of joy in the next 10. The sounds of squeaky breezeway gates and soulful street guitarists, the smell of spicy chorizo and dark espresso, and the sights of sophisticated graffiti art and weathered gargoyles fill my senses and heart. It is like coming home again.