Dancing in the Moonlight

I saw the white lights flickering against the black night sky out of the corners of my smiling eyes. Frank Sinatra was playing as I stood there with him on the cobblestoned sidewalk in the warm night air. It felt like summer. I couldn't help but start dancing in my green and blue plaid flip flops. He looked at me like I was crazy with the lights twinkling in his eyes... then he began to dance too. Neither of us could remember "that one swing step" we had learned back in November. That didn't stop us from making complete fools of ourselves. He spun himself around clumsily as he tried unsuccessfully to avoid stepping on my toes. My laughter echoed off the tall buildings around us. All those faces blurring past us probably thought we were crazy... which made it all the more worthwhile.