fun fair

I stroll through the excited cluster of people walking towards the 
vibrant lights on the zig-zaging roller coaster I pause at the end of  the line as a cold wintery breeze brushes past me. My sweet candy floss dissolves into a sweet syrup as soon as it hits my tongue it looks like a fluffy pink cloud on a stick. The carnival rides     tumble, twist and flip like a supple gymnast. The loud defining music surrounds me. as i hear the faint sound of some one saying its time to go and i realise how late it is.