Art Festival
It’s not like we are hiking through harsh terrain.
But it feels desert-like.
We see mirages of the lemonade and ice cream stands.
We keep walking.
The streets become busier.
Not with cars, but with people.
I see people walking back to their own cars.
They are carrying t-shirts, ceramic mugs, and jewelry.
Jewelry that reflects the sun so it is unbearable to look at without squinting.
The festival is today.
Otherwise, we would all be inside, eating boring store bought ice cream, and listening to the fans.
I just wish, we had paid for closer parking…
I know when we get there, I’m going to be mesmerized.
But first, to the food court to replenish my strength!
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