There was lightning in the sky and something in the air. Those of us who felt it stumbled outside into the dark, watching pieces of a starlit sky peak through the trembling clouds underneath. We waited for the flashes that lit up corners of the universe above. We waited for rain, but it never came.

The two boys wandered out from the driveway quietly onto the empty highway, as if there was some unspoken arrangement to which they were late to. One of them wasn't wearing shoes. The rest of us, the four who were left, soon followed afterwards, anxious not to be left behind, driven by something dangerously exhilarating pulsing through the atmosphere. There was nobody to stop us, and there was no reason to stop.

The empty highway stretched on into the empty city. The six of us walked on aimlessly.

"Where are we going?" I asked the boy without shoes.

"I don't know," he said. "I guess we will keep walking until we find out."

The lightning continued to flash above our heads as we talked, laughed, and sang together. There was something so powerful about those moments, so infinite. The night around us was so dark we could not see each other's faces, but we had never been so sure of each other's presence. The six of us, never been so lost, but at the same time, never been so sure of where we were. All of us in love, some happy, some hurt. All with different destinations in mind, but all going in the same direction. All were isolated, but far from alone. Six pieces from six different puzzles, but at that moment, we all fit perfectly beside each other.

With the lightning and stars still flashing above us, we kept on going.

Nobody understood why we felt so safe walking towards a storm.