I rode home from the Romence shop at about 7:30 last night. It was an incredibly warm evening for November. I wore shorts, a t-shirt and a light jacket.
No one else was on the Portage trail (probably because, I learned from a sign along the way, the trail closes at sundown), and I rode in a tunnel of light. The temperature changed based on elevation and distance from the pavement. I couldn’t see a darn thing that wasn’t illuminated by my light, which focused my attention.
When I got back on the streets, traffic was light. My light still helped a lot, which is good, because there’s a LOT more junk in the bike lane than on the Portage trail.
I’m doing a terrible job of describing this experience, but it was visceral and terrific. I recommend that you grab a bright light and try riding after sunset. It’s the same, but quite a bit different.