So there's this book that I've got a' brewin' in this skull of mine, and I thought I'd share a tidbit from it on this rather windy wednesday!
Once upon a time- one that is no longer ours- there was a wandering collective of misfits, known only as The Crooked Carnival. This particular circus attracted only the dreamers and the curious- the souls of all those so badly unwanted by the rigid and unchanging world around them. The kind of souls that took endless delight in all that this gathering of wonderment had to offer. It was a soul such as that who first told me this story, as I am telling it to you now.
His name was Simon, and he would be one of the many to come upon the carnival. It was a day like any other for him. He had left his apartment a little before noon to head to the market in the center of twon. He had been writing all morning and was stuck on a sentence he could just not get out. Perhaps walking in the fresh spring air would bring it out from wherever it was hiding in his brain. The sentence would remain hidden. However, a poster that he had seen in passing, while at the center of town, kept finding it’s way to his attention.
As the day carried on, Simon found himself restless and unable to clear his head, no matter how hard he tried. He set his pen down on his desk and stared out of his rather dirty window over the buildings that surrounded his. Itwn as already late in the afternoon- the sun clinging to the windows scattered over the town. With a sniff and a sigh he pushed the wooden chair he sat in back, and walked immediately to the door-not even bothering to grab his coat as the entered the darkening streets.
The night air clung warmly to his skin, unusual for so early in the year, but Simon paid it no mind. He was unsure of where he was going, but with one foot after the other he wandered along the cobblestone streets, each flickering flame of the street lamps beckoning him further and further away, until soon the cobblestones turned to dirt and the buildings to grass. Somehow Simon had made it all the way out of town and over the bridge that separated the forest from civilization.
If Simon had been able to take his mind off the something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and took a moment to notice what was going on around him, he would have noticed he was indeed not the only traveler on this twisting trail. Men and women, all lost in thought journeyed with him. They were not close enough to feel the presence of each other, but still walking towards the same unknown end. Onward they pressed on into the woods, deer and foxes gazing on and watching this strange parade. Within time Simon began to realize that he had been walking for the better part what must have been of an hour and drew his gaze upward from the ground. In this moment was the first time Simon laid eyes upon the Crooked Carnival.
It most certainly wouldn’t be the last.
And that's all she wrote! Not really, but, you know.
Love and Strawberry Kisses xo