Circus Comes to Town

Hi Readers: It's National Blog Posting Month - that time of year where bloggers are challenged to write something every day. Not an easy task if you're not much of a writer; even for writers it can be a challenge, as we all feel we don't have much a lot to say that might be significant to others.

Today I was watching a rerun of that 1990's show Northern Exposure. It's a personal fav, but the episode (called "Get Real") that got me thinking was when the Circus Comes to Town. Their bus breaks down, and while its being repaired they entertain the folks of Cicely. The town doctor, the intense Dr. Fleischman is studying for an exam, and can't seem to be bothered with all that's going on. Near the end, he finally tosses his book aside and joins in the fun.

Which made me wonder: When was the last time you went to the circus? The kind where you walked around outside the Big Tent, looking at the animals, and the collection of folk who are usually there. You smell the popcorn, the cotton candy, and the straw or hay that's usually on the ground. You might hear the cries of one of them calling out some special side show, or "Get your programs here!"

With ticket in hand, you enter into the Big Tent, looking at the center where all the action will take place. You wonder which act will come up first, how many clowns will you see? The lights dim, and the Master of Ceremony takes center stage under the spot light, crying "Laaaaadies and Gennntlemen..." Your heart pounds; you break out in laughter; you gasp at the awe inspiring sights before you. And you clap, and smile, and clap some more.

And the world stops around you for those moments,
your cares a million miles away,
as you watch the magic before you.
And if only for a little while,
no matter your real age,
you are a child once more.
Oh, look... Here come the clowns!

HUGS to everyone!