Tangible Imaginary

Peanuts & pretzels fill my nose with their salty scents, helping me imagine this flight is a carnival... or circus...

All the animals & performers perched in seats leathered with a weathered blue color reminiscent of your father's old suit. You know the suit. The one that seemed so perfectly content to hang lifeless in the closet, next to the colony of unused ties; the suit that was only worn for court appearances or office Christmas parties.

So here we are, holding a carnival court in the sky... Idly standing-by, waiting to return to each of our natural habitats; to return to each of our carefully executed acrobatics of juggling: work. school. love. life. ridiculous thoughts. desires.

Each of us, someone else's temporary, tangible imaginary friend.

c.marie