A Whimsical Reflection
In the back is a vintage carousel. I remember going as a child and being enchanted by all the lights, the pretty jewelry box music and the painted horses. Christmas time there would be more white lights than usual and I'd be wearing a red dress and winter coat and usually someone dressed as Santa would be around greeting all the children. In summer I remember pink tulips and the sunlight warm on my skin. It always held a special place in my heart and head. I never got a glimpse at the dance floor empty until last week. It looked like it was ready for dancing and music and laughter. It would be a perfect place for a wedding, I think. Or to visit every now and then and soak in the beauty and nostalgia.