The swaying of bodies to a rhythmic beat, the music mesmerizing anyone who watches. Colorful dresses of gossamer and silk swish and twirl as the tempo increases. Faster and faster, blending together in a painting of autumn and winter. A masquerade of feathers and masks comes to a brief pause, then the music changes and starts again. The smell of pumpkins and dried leaves floats in a slowly dancing spiral. A tempest of joy and excitement. Time flies, and dances go by, pulling everyone to its inner folds. Dancers falter, stop, and leave, their eyes sparkling with laughing tears. They leave, sitting awkwardly in their flowing dresses, upon rusty benches outside. Gazing up into the starlit October sky, breathing deeply the crisp night air, enveloped in the moon’s soft glow. With a graceful step, they return, only to continue the masquerade, never stopping till’ they’ve danced themselves to death.
P.S I know it’s not longer, I just thought I would be since I originally wrote it by hand.