Carousel

My wife, Joan, loves a carousel with its painted wooden horses. Up and down, round and around she goes with ever a hope again of catching the golden ring. Its music makes her feel like a child again and she abandons all her inhibitions giving self to time of fun. Not alone, but with our little daughter ihey circle sitting in different saddles holding on to a brass pole supporting each animal.Up ahead there might be a camel, unicorn, zebra or just a bench seat, but all are wonderful. They are careful riding, not spilling their popcorn. The tune is familiar and their hearts soar. Such wonderful colors all around. They can't help but laugh all the time as they are moving. Each one, I think, prays they might get the golden ring and not the silver.