I know that it is autumn when I start thinking about the carnival coming to town. The carnival, or the circus, or the fair - they're all the same to me with freak shows, and boxing rings, and those clowns that swallow ping pong balls. I've written about this before but my mind is cyclical, things go around and around in there like a carousel or a Ferris wheel.
Beep-beep I'm in the car, ring-ring driving the fire engine, buzz-buzz I'm on the bus.
And so it goes that at this time of year, as the darkness deepens and Christmas isn't quite near enough to be upon us, that I find myself looking to the dark. Looking deep to see what I can see, crying out by the castle.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
What freedom in ink and wine and blood.
Well - I like it.
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