Its Saturday Night. A huge storm blew through town and knocked out all the power. But that doesn’t stop the relentless youth. I’m at a Halloween party. There are no lights to be seen except for the stars above. After adorning ourselves with glow crowns and bracelets me and my friends lay on the pavement and stare at the sparkling splendor in the skies. I think a rag-tag group has started playing catch phrase by the light of their phones. Eventually it clouds over but that’s alright because someone has the bluetooth speaker out and soon we’re learning the footlose dance. Clumsily, but we’re learning. Not long afterwards, it begins to sprinkle so we head into the garage armed with nothing more than a glow stick to illuminate the darkness. And we tell stories. Creepy ones that makes us shiver in delight and for half a second we pretend we believe them. It’s the week of Halloween after all.
Life is good.
By the Brooke 