The circus has come to town.
It's not the same tent, nor the same color. The people are not the same ones who come tumbling out of my memories in brightly colored costumes and bubbly music. It's become more, and less than what I remember.
The show is still entrancing. Still entertaining. Yet I cannot get lost into the world it offers me. It is not the circus of my history. But I see the children nearby watching with rapt attention. Their eyes bright with an imagination captured by what they see. And I smile. In years to come, when they are grown, and the world is not as shiny as they once knew, they will remember this as their circus.
