Behind The Closed Doors

    It's dark, street lights are the only source of brightness. There's faint stars in the sky, and the moon, in the shape of a crescent that day, was present. A big tree, in the middle of a circle of houses, as the wind blows and the leaves from the tree start to rustle. Three houses, together with some type of bond, like a friendship. And when there's a time to see each other on the holidays, they come out of these houses. Each of which is excited to see what we'll be able to do together. Another person comes around to visit, depending on another good memory to be made. Maybe we'll play with playing cards, jam out with music and sing songs together, or maybe just walking around the streets, talking about things that we don't normally talk about with others. We all enjoy it, and it feels like we've been hanging out for hours and hours on end. But then the time is all gone, and everyone goes back to their houses, and that one person who visited goes back home as well. The day was done, and in a few months, we will all meet again to make another memorable night.