kiddie pool party.

he approaches the building from directly across the dark street. it’s decorated with white christmas lights and bird houses. the front door is open, and it looks dark inside. he glances up. the lights are on upstairs, and there’s jazz playing through the open window. he doesn’t necessarily plan to go inside, but it’s one of those enchanting, semi-surreal scenes that he needs to see up close. he steps onto the curb, and the music cuts off abruptly. the silence wakes him up. he turns right onto the sidewalk, his eyes cut to the left. he sees the the cast glow of the little white lights on a fence gate covered in thick vines. he never stops walking.