Nell's Angle

from behind the ferris wheel


An empty road with green grass on the side, three cement stools that seems lonely. The wind whispers through the silent, brings a softly song and as I look up the gray sky above, I wish for a small passing cloud to shadow my stand.
 
Down a river, there's a boat showing its happy face with men, women, children, young and old with colorful clothes waving their hands in flying spirit.

At the corner of the road, black thin chairs and tables, open stage, a piano and one long bar standing beautifully. A girl with a blonde pony tail wears black and white uniform looks busy. A bartender with short black hair, bottles and crystal glasses, mixing. 

Duk duk duk, that's the sound when a girl with sport wear and rolling blade slides on that road. A couple strolls while holding hands facing the wind. A group of boys enjoying the afternoon, carrying a ball instead of playing with it in the middle of the road. 

At the left side of the road a car stops by. A photographer and his 2 assistance emptying their baggage. Standing tripod, set the light, a big camera with long lens and... here's come the object. A man and a woman, tux and wedding dress in such a heels and weather, walking, running, holding hand, it seems so tiring. I can't even tell if their smile is a sign or happiness or other ways.

The clouds are gone now, the sky turns to a clear blue. It's six o'clock already. High above, behind the cafe, a giant ferris is spinning slow swinging its hanging carriages. Red, blue, green, yellow light winks in each carriage and I'm amazed.

As the sun slowly goes down, a foreign man and a woman stands facing the river. The man looks like an Italian maestro pops up from the book, big and wears suit, placing his big fat hand to his half size of the woman waist that wearing a long red silky dress. The wind plays her hair, I wonder are they friend or lover?

Well, I think I sit too long already. Pack my things and as the sky turns dark, I walk towards that giant wheel.