Summer: Forward Looking
In just a few months, these ferris wheel seats will be filled with vacationers, zealous day trippers, couples on first-dates, capricious college students, thrill-seekers, plucky teenagers, first-timers, and finally-reached-the-height timers. Their laughter and screams will permeate the salty, night air.
I was one of those teenagers, long ago now. The only dark-haired, dark-skinned girl amongst blonde, pink girlfriends parading the boardwalk–back and forth, back and forth. What for? No one was looking my way. I was tired and bored before we reached the end the first time ’round.
Soon, I’ll see the ferris wheel lights from my deck–the soft glow lighting the heavy blackness. I’ll wonder about the crowd–having fun, having arguments, having dinner–having ennui. Yes, I’ll feel content there on my deck, a safe distance from the lights and noise and hoard. Content with the peacefulness, content knowing that those “boardwalk days” are far behind me.
Round and round the ferris wheel turns, and when you exit through the heavy caged door and step onto the platform–step off and don’t look back.
©Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2011.
Quote of the Day for YOU: Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way. ~Edna Ferber