Remembering Overcast Days

Or, my most memorable one and how I put up with it

There are days when the sun is missing

They're my least favorite days, except for one about a year ago...

The last day of the Champlain Valley fair,

Where the lines were empty and it was just drizzling out

As my best friend and I whipped around and around on a swing ride several feet in the air

Rain hitting both of our glasses, blinding us almost completely

Completely soaking hair blown out behind us

The only light the artificial, warm peach-tinted glow

From the center of the ride

The supposed-to-be miserable day a kaleidoscope of enchanting lights and colors

And wind and uninterrupted laughter and an undiscovered kind of magic

Author's Note

it ended sort of abruptly, but heck if I have any idea how to end it.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

A magical poem about true friendship. Quality time spent together and having fun. Great read Bell. Made me smile.

[DianneR]

I think it ended wonderfully. You've managed to express the very 'magic' you stated as 'undiscovered' in your well-written poem. Nice!

[Bell Spalding]

Phew! Well, thank you for the unintentional reassurance, and for your generous reviews!

[Gee]

, a magic that needs not sun, only friendship.
Hi Bell, don't let ''em know your age, no need.
Enjoyed this very much

[Bell Spalding]

Thank you very much! And the age thing isn't to prove myself, but for safety reasons. But, again, thank you for your generous review!

[Gee]

Good thinking, best add mine, 14+ 42 .
You're welcome