Carousel

It was a December night, and my husband and I decided to go to a holiday lights drive, the kind where they make canopies out of lighted snowflakes and various holiday characters wave to you in lighted animation. I love lights, I have since I was a little girl. Something about them makes me feel hopeful inside. The collective effort of all of those lights making something illuminate on a cold December night, is nothing short of magical. We slowly drove through the festival of lights, until we reached the “end” sign. However, it was hardly the end, because at the end, on this cold December night was a carnival. We got out of the car and walked over to the nearly abandoned carnival, and watched as the few people who were there enjoyed funnel cakes and corn dogs. In the center of it all, was a carousels. I have a love affair with carousels, something about the simplicity of them brings such joy to my soul, I can hardly contain myself when I see one. This carousel on this particular cold December night, in the midst of a trying time was the simplistic joy that I had missed and longed for.