11 August 2012
Spinning in a whirl of gold, ruby, jade, and aqua the dancers move with fluid actions The bright lights sparkle off the performers beautiful headdresses
Smells of sweet candy floss and delicious hotdogs waft through the still air
I watch as bored looking Merchants sell tickets to eager children
I hear Children scream with joy as they ride the fast amusements through the sky
The atmosphere here is light and joyous I love the bright lights and the noise
A small tent sits in the corner of the muddy field A withered old lady sits proudly by a crystal ball Cards lay before her with colourful pictures atop them She talks in a low voice to a young women opposite telling her of her future
My friend calls my name and runs towards me through the busy crowd She grabs my arm and yanks me towards a huge ferris wheel with colourful lights We buy two tickets from the grumpy ticket attendant and jump on We started to climb high into the pitch black night I could see for miles in every direction Twinkling lights stare up at me like thousands of tinted fireflies
Carnival • Opuss № I