there is a light

i walked to the show at the 14th house an hour later than everyone else. i trudged through the blackened slush that blanketed the wet cement. if i stood in one place, i'd sink into the biting cold that i could feel in my bones. there was a frenzied calm shadow over high st; a dark coat of dull purple. the fuzzy sky discouraged the stars from burning holes in the clouds. luckily, the businesses left their lights on and the gleam of their familiar stamps lit the way. although i saw a handful of students, the closest i came to talking to one of them was a casual brush against my arm, in between opening and closing doors. each yard littered with beer cans for the bums to pick up. these are okay party thoughts. as i was getting closer to the house, i could hear the driving of the bass, then the screeching of a guitar; a resemblance of a song was suddenly more clear. the rattling buzz that was pumping out of the basement could melt away the snow around the house. before i could make out the song though, i stopped, looked up to the streetlight and saw a hundred falling snowflakes in the circular illumination that the bulb could allow. the sky around it; black.