Why can’t we twirl in the midnight under moonlight and street lights? Though it may rain the summer in our souls will repel us from the big drench. And we will laugh in a personal heaven like little kids to the bass of our heartbeats. What is stopping us from skipping down the alley ways in freedom? Not even the biggest cats would dare to interrupt our dancing. When the night ends with your heels in your hands a bottle of bubbly in mine (laughing.) We can agree that we had a good night.