Late Night Fête

     You're at a late night house party in the city. It's raining outside. Its within a brownstone and all the levels belong to the host. It's late and only the main friends remained behind. The music got deep and the conversation got deeper. You looked up and saw him standing there, as if telepathically inviting you to come to him. You got up, wine in hand. And slowly made your way over to him. His gaze followed your journey, and next thing you knew, he was gazing into your eyes as you were gazing at his. While still fixated on you, he said that he thought you'd never come, but he's glad you did. A minute later you were on the balcony in the back which was overlooking the river and the city lights beyond it. That was the only light, and it was blurred by the rain and clouds. The mood was right, as if the planets aligned in your favor. You couldn't tell when one moment ended and another began, like a dream. You were together until the sun came up...and from that moment on, you shared endless revolutions around the sun. This was the moment you began your journey together. A waking dream that balanced you, finally.

Late Night Fête