When he got out to the street, he realized the party was over. His car was one of the only one there.

As he walked to it, he could hear the other group leaving in the distance, walking off, their voices trailing into the air.

The air was a sheet of 

mist

, the kind of light rainfall that you couldn't even call 

rain

. He took his 

glasses

off because the water was pooling on the lenses.

The bright stadium lights of in the distance glowed into his eyes. And he was reminded of leaving a party once before, when he was much younger.