There are places in this world where childlike wonder lives on in the every day and cotton candy is available any time the craving strikes and visiting is worth the time as long as you don’t stay too long
Tufts of white turn pink and blue as evening dips into a whisper of darkness to come looking like a celebration as sunset dips toward dusk and the day is left behind
Sitting still I watch as the world moves moves one step at a time toward something breathlessly reckless and I wonder where the quiet went and if it will come back ever again