Slide the Night

The boat was at dock, yet the party on board was sailing towards the night's horizon. Rain was pouring violently, giving the air a humid tightness of warmth and cold. Our feet tap, tap, tapped, nonstop against the dance floor, creating a song all of their own. You could spin and slide, jump and glide, slip of fly. As the night went further, our souls became damp with the bittersweet taste of liquor. The music was and undeniable invitation and so we were carried away by the warm hands of best friends. Droplets of rain and droplets of sweat became once altogether in the slippery floor. Ir was a challenge to turn and spin and turn again, keeping track of your feet as well as your head. Our bodies grew wearier but the rhythm grew stronger, and so the fun pushed on. Our hearts pounded with the rain's beat and the wind brushed every defect away. The song carried the breeze into every corner of the moment's dimension. Our minds grew dizzy with euphoria. There was no need for imagination then, for it could not have pictures merrier times.