Ferris Wheel

The grass where my head rests is warm and dry. From this vantage point, I can see the Ferris wheel across the parking lot, rotated 90 degrees from vertical. Even with the wind and nearby traffic rumble, I can hear squeals of delight as children reach the top of the arc and start their drop. I can also smell the pungent aroma of frying sausages and funnel cakes. It’s an almost perfect summer day—bright, cloudless, warm but not oppressively hot. I’m far away from all of the fun-lovers—except for the thief, ripping my wallet from my pocket.

 

Photo Credit: Gary Burke