Dark, mysterious night

Last night I was driving home in the dark, in the warm cocoon of the car, the darkness soft and enveloping, the streetlights throwing harsh puddles of light. I could feel the presence of the river flowing besides, dark-bodied and mysterious. The roads though familiar felt like they carried a secret and beckoned me to find out. Houses looked warm and comforting. I felt like driving on and on through the delectable, mysterious night.