I am hypnotized at the sight of golden crowns a carnival morphing into bizarre celebration an invisible glue binding them together into a frenzied scrabble of human fragments lost in mosaic - a spectacle of exuberance melding into an opium dream.
The tension and excitement is palpable One is drawn to it like moth to a flame invigorating like brandy, heady and intoxicating a mantle of glitter and splendor turns the prod of life into a bauble of invincibility surrendering to the thrills of the moment.
If I could be a leaf blown by the wind flitting from one crown to the other I would think no one would heed me or whip me away, absorbed they are dancing drunkenly in their madness like a great wash of breaking waves.
But each year they come and gather again to this carnival of carnivals and I a leaf would probably be with them being blown crazily in spirit if not in body this way and that way above their golden crowns