23 July 2010

Rhyme nor Reason: Brimming Over 7

Fragile sequined bits with strands of delicate glass beads attached...mementoes of circus costumes, a life lived high on a wire or flying through the air under a giant striped tent filled with the smell of popcorn and anticipation....the cheers of children and adults alike rising into the night and far below hundreds of faces looking skyward.  All this found in the shade of a massive tree, nestled in a small wooden case with tiny metal handle like a suitcase for the smallest hand to hold.

2 comments:

Daniel-Halifax said...

My favorite Brim Bin

W.E. said...

Mine as well DH!