Circus
Complete darkness encapsulates a stadium filled to its capacity. You can hear peanut shells cracking as they break beneath the feet of small children. The savory smell of buttered popcorn engulfs each nostril, as the quiet chitter chatter from estranged peers creates a vibration that shakes every seat. Leaving a palpable taste of anticipation waiting to exit upon each exhale. Without warning, a spot light shoots center, with every sense now in attendance, the ringmaster steps forward to address the crowd.
