The air, The lights, The dream.... 

The air was different, the lights were dancing, the crowd was flying by, their pace perpetual, never-ending, like they had nowhere to go. The air hung around as if, it had no other purpose but to stay, by choice, not under any coercion, free from forces, free from laws which it has always acceded. For once the smell of air was its own- odorless , not of the factors that fouled it. Not that these factors were not present, but somehow senses could discern, or actually discover the nothingness. If air was doing its bit, the lights added to it with sereneness. No doubt, that the lights were dancing but there was no briskness about its movement, no hurry of proving its mettle to the world; the dance was of solemness, of collective solemness, for the lights passed on the mantle selflessly among one another, but they knew the mantle will be back soon. Togetherness gave their movement meaning, if solitude was to prevail, the scenery would have died. The crowd walking by didn't share the sentiment,  but the air, the lights made them redundant. Though it didn't matter much, but their presence however transient, was felt. No matter how intriguing there personality seem, none seem to last the moment, you could feel their being, but before you could conjure up your thoughts, it was gone, vanished into thin air soon to be replaced by the next one, who is to soon share the same fate.
When all senses were in for a regale, then the tongue and palate were in for a treat too. The food looked exotic, however mere it seemed at previous encounters. There was no need for selection, or of any proper order to be followed, the only factor that mattered was the taste, and the variety did taste good.
The air, the lights, the crowd, the food made the evening special, or was it something else entirely, a dream, a fanciful walk in the serene air, among dancing lights, with ephemeral thoughts. Perhaps it never happened, all of it was just a well conjured fantasy. On second thoughts it did happen, for it was shared by a few more, making it more solemn just like the lights did with their togetherness. The feeling faints now, moony one may call it, but it happened and that too pressingly beautiful as if a dream.