With a red cup swirling in my hand, I was dedicated to remain passive and entrenched in
my corner for the rest of the night. I’m not one to explore the vastness of a strange party, filled
with unpredictability and a few familiar “acquaintances”. The only person I really knew was my
friend Matt, but the night had swapped him into another room. Really, solidarity and the red
cup were my only true companions for the night.
I devoured the drink and braced my head with the sheer glory of a buzz. I continued to
sink in to my realm, but I would take a few moments to catch the flicker of movement on the
claimed “dance floor”. The music flowed from one end of the room, to the cluster of people
swaying to the beat, then all the way to my fingers and my feet. I bopped my head in swirls, and
looked up to a guy that had been dancing alone for majority of the night. He shifted his
shoulders and chest back and forth, flicked his hands and would slide his feet to the vibration
within each beat. His eyes would close and his hands would raise up whenever he was really
feeling the music. He was radiating glimpses of gentle human joy.
I put my cup down, graced myself off the sofa, and tip toed towards the middle of the
crowd. I turned to this solo stranger and followed his rhythmic flow. He opened his eyes and
said, “Hey,” with a smile. I nodded and smiled back. He closed his eyes, and we both continued
to dance alone, together. The warmth from the pit of my stomach sparked all the way to my
head. I let everything melt from my thoughts and grasped the moment as much as I really
could. With a simple swirl, I felt like I had made a declaration of my own warm youthful light.