It was just another day at the county fair.
Everything looked the same.
Vendors gathered in their dedicated spots.
The music venue sat under the white canopy
by the pond that never changes location.
Henna ink has lightened - the faded hummingbird
no longer reminds me of Mom, the wolf, incognito,
but the memory shines like the glimmering pond…
Chatter and laughter echo around the zooming roller coasters,
high-flying swings, and games that will eagerly take your dollar bills.
Feathered spectators compete in the distance, but their melodies
as faint as clouds drifting in the sky. Soft tacos satisfy our palates
under a waterfall of sunshine as we observe parents walking by
with their children wearing cotton candy smiles.
Nothing brings more joy than cheering on the trio of piglets
racing around the track. Their curly tails in view past the finish line!
What a delightful visual the lively grounds present from the revolving
Ferris Wheel. I grab my cell for photos of him with the crowd's energy
buzzing in the background. He entertains me with these photo ops,
knowing how much I love documenting precious moments.
The ride pauses with our bucket at the top while others climb in below
for their trip around the moon - our fingertips almost touch the vast blue.
I am surprised by the vacancy of butterflies in my stomach.
It was just another day at the county fair.
Everything looked the same, except...
this day was time spent with my adult son -
he would soon embark on a cross-country adventure.
So, a Sunday of togetherness while enjoying
the county fair landscape proved to be anything
but the same, and was indeed different in the very best way -
worth more than any materialistic possession I could ever own.
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