One rainy night, I noticed the roads beneath my feet reflected the lights shining down on the street
The light colors ran down the road in waves, reflecting the streetlights perfectly.
The wet black roads acted as a mirror, and I wondered if there was something on the others side,
Another world, where the light from the roads shined into the heavens.
Could these roads be the only way to see this world?
I continued walking on this sheet of glass, looking down on the world below me.
Another girl was there, and the stars were above her. She was blurry, her hair seemed wet with rain.
In the puddles on the road I could see the ripples of raindrops falling from above me.
Or, perhaps, were the ripples coming from her side? Was it raining there, too?
She looked at me, with an expression of curiosity that matched mine.
I thought of asking her a question, but I realized that there was no way she would be able to hear me.
I was probably blurry to her, too.
I walked through a large puddle, my rainboots splashing in the water, causing a ripple in the mirror.
The girl disappeared, and my attention returned to my own world once again.
I noticed, because it was still winter, that the colorful Christmas lights were still out.
They decorated both worlds with twinkeling colors, the pools of light danced with the rain.
Stoplights spread huge waves of green, yellow, and red lights onto the roads.
The rain was falling harder, and small streams ran down the sides of the rode as I slowly climbed the hill.
The thought of returning home saddened me, for I enjoyed the company of this strange, quiet world.
Nevertheless, I continued up the road, watching the blurs of light running down the street next to me.
Upon reaching the top or the hill, I set my books down on the doorstep, and quickly snuck away,
continuing up the other hill, a steep hill covered with trees, except for the very top.
To me, a girl of only five feet, it seemed to be the top of the world.
I reached the top, standing alone on this tall hill with nothing around me.
From there, the whole world presented itself to me in glorious shining colors.
The lights of the distant city danced, the noise covered by the wind and rain.
I closed my eyes, imagining the reflection of the world below me.
I saw a large lake, reflecting the lights of my city and my world, all swimming in the water.
My reflection stood gazing out over the surface of the lake and slowly stepped forward.
The cold had hardened the water just enough, and she danced on the lake,
The ripples caused by her feet shook the light, as she danced and spun and twirled,
the light in her joyful eyes shining brighter than all the light in the world.
I could hear the laughter and joy that she felt, spinning on that lake,
The light spinning with her in a magical dance of shining, gleaming, glowing, smiling joy.
When I returned, I looked up at the world around me and smiled, too.
A storm had picked up, and as I descended from that hill, an electric light struck the sky.
It turned off the street lights, yet the world continued to shine,
The dark black roads beautifully reflecting the Christmas candles in the windows,
And the light from the world below.
As I entered my house, I lit my own candle
And watched as the rain slowly stopped,
Saying goodbye to the world in the mirror,
Until it rains again.