The disco ball was turning and I was sweating profusely as I danced amidst the twitching light that captured each person's movements frame by frame. My arms flailed in the air, pointed straight up in the chilly night while my torso shook from side to side.

And we were all dancing like this, without a care beneath the stars shimmering against the pitch black sky where the moon was covered in a thin veil of condensed water and soon, we believed, we would all condense up like if we were to stop our apparent motion.

We'd all freeze because we were sweatin' as that disco ball was turning 'round and 'round, sending brilliantly colored spots to circle around us.

I tried to capture the yellow, blue, green and red in flashes of the light.