suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
Spinning through the crowd to trail after her brother as if she’s a dancer and each stranger is a partner for the night, she’s radiating as she sidles up to his side. Her sweater she wears is one that’s akin to a turtleneck, boasting a high neck and a sleeveless design. It’s a pale cream with glittering gold that reflects the warmth of the sun in sparkles of light that reflect on the strangers as she passes by, only stopping when they’re side by side in the shade of the stall. “C’mon, half of ‘em won’t even be wearin’ masks big enough to hide their chins.” She starts to say, turning toward him with a brilliant grin. “If y’know where to look you can figure out who’s who.”
And it would certainly be a task she’ll be taking on, like a Christmas present that you shake and shake to try and figure it out before it’s unwrapped. A little game amongst the excitement. “Gonna show up as dark ’n stormy?” She asks, tilting her head. “Or are y’gonna throw ‘em for a loop and wear somethin’ other than black?” She reaches out, dragging her fingers across a thin, sheer silver with specks of black intermixed.
And it would certainly be a task she’ll be taking on, like a Christmas present that you shake and shake to try and figure it out before it’s unwrapped. A little game amongst the excitement. “Gonna show up as dark ’n stormy?” She asks, tilting her head. “Or are y’gonna throw ‘em for a loop and wear somethin’ other than black?” She reaches out, dragging her fingers across a thin, sheer silver with specks of black intermixed.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
