Sometimes it’s hard to explain how I feel inside…. here’s an attempt…
Dark, heavy clouds move with urgency across the sky, driven by the force of the wind. The air feels wet but no rain falls. The chill in the air holds fast with the dampness encased by the unburdened cloud cover.
The wind blows fiercely, enveloping the buildings and rides as it winds its way down the length of the pier. The energy of the gusts making the weathered signage and banners dance in its wake. Waves crash against the supports of the pier as the ocean is driven into a maelstrom.
Desolation and abandon encompass the Carnival. Boards loosely cover the ticket windows and vendor booths against the wear of time and weather. A glance down the empty midway shows not a single open venue or attraction. The faded paint a proclamation of the disrepair and neglect that has fallen over the once loved and joy-filled expanse of rides, attractions and games.
The echoes of laughter, now long gone and lost, carried on the wind as it presses violently between the boards and shakes the ever crumbling buildings. Silence now where there was once the boldness of sound assaulting the senses. The melodies of the rides absent…the crowd calls of the vendors muted…the music of children faded and no more. The only sound a distant bang of a shutter as it slams against the window it now barely clings to protect.
All silent now, leaving a void.
An emptiness that is heavy with the weight of sorrow for what is lost.