The smells of the greasy, fried, delicious foods that are so terrible to consume but so impossible to resist. The fair only comes once a year, and it's not a complete fair without some fair food -- the reasoning that makes one cave to the tempting corn dog. Crispy and delicious, and far from a let down.
The clink of the bar locking into place on the Ferris Wheel. The cart takes off into the air, and we are trying to recall the last time we've each been on one. The cooling summer breeze mingles with the pure sunshine at the top. We're close to the sky, maybe even part of the sky to the people below, and then we're swooping back down and around again. And again. And again. Then it's over, and off we go, back to the ground.
On to catching the crashing cars, the smashing sounds. The flying dirt, the dents and dings, the collective gasps and cheers of the crowd. Conversing in the lulls in action.
Ice cream and Rocky Horror Picture Show for the third time. A kitten making best friends and servants out of us all with her cuddling, her adamant meow, and her rattling purr. Owning the house and the people on her first night.
A walk, a talk, a goodbye.
Heat lightning dancing on the horizon on the drive home, jumping around like my thoughts.
A night to escape the thinking, planning, and nerves of teaching for a while. A welcome change of pace.
Thanks, friends.
~"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." [-Elwyn Brooks White]~
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