A Night At The Fair
There is something about the fair at night. The fair at night feels more alive, more exciting, once the sun goes down.
The barkers on the midway calling for you to “step right up…win a prize,” seem louder, more insistent, as they work to entice you to play their game.
Brilliant neon and the too bright glare of incandescent lighting replaces the warm glow of the mid day sun.
Children and the still young at heart stare wide-eyed at the kaleidoscope of light and motion at every turn. Every inward breath bringing with it the mixed aromas of popcorn, hot dogs, and a thousand others.
Yet surrounded by all this excitement, there is also calm.
Even amidst this raucous din, one can still find peace, and a quiet warmth within the livestock barns. Once you cross the threshold onto the soft carpet of sawdust and hay, the lively sounds of the fair recede into the background like a radio playing low in the distance. At night, as the constant influx of people lessens, the animals settle in for the evening, laying down to rest. The occasional lowing of a cow, or bleat of a lamb, the only sound breaking the relative silence.
Yes, there is something magical about the fair at night.