"Better do it when there ain't people on it so's we can make sure it's just the Carousel. Don't think it would mess up nothin' if there was people, but I just wanna be sure," and I nod and it's odd how simple it's all starting to seem--not easy, maybe, fine, but simple. Genny blinks up at me. "Um. You wanna try now?"
"Yeah," I say, squeezing my arm around her and then shifting my weight and getting up. I'm grinning; it feels good to be getting ready to do something, at least, even if we're not sure it'll work yet, and I hold out a hand to help her up. "Come on, honey."
My mood starts to sag again when we're back at the midway. I could stand to see it so empty on a morning, sure, but it's afternoon, and the fact that I know that just by looking, because I've gotten so used to the sun and shadows being the same day in and day out... well, it doesn't help. And it's a nice enough day, I guess, but with the warm light and the dust of the ground, I swear my Carousel already looks too much like one of those old photos for me to be happy about it. She's supposed to move, my baby, even during the day--turning and piping her pattern out into the air.
"You mind if I start her up?" I say kinda hesitantly to Genny. The picture won't be as clear, I'm pretty sure, but she moves and turns--it's what she does, it's how she is, and that's what we're trying to get an idea of. It seems like it should matter.
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Date: 2012-08-26 08:22 pm (UTC)"Yeah," I say, squeezing my arm around her and then shifting my weight and getting up. I'm grinning; it feels good to be getting ready to do something, at least, even if we're not sure it'll work yet, and I hold out a hand to help her up. "Come on, honey."
My mood starts to sag again when we're back at the midway. I could stand to see it so empty on a morning, sure, but it's afternoon, and the fact that I know that just by looking, because I've gotten so used to the sun and shadows being the same day in and day out... well, it doesn't help. And it's a nice enough day, I guess, but with the warm light and the dust of the ground, I swear my Carousel already looks too much like one of those old photos for me to be happy about it. She's supposed to move, my baby, even during the day--turning and piping her pattern out into the air.
"You mind if I start her up?" I say kinda hesitantly to Genny. The picture won't be as clear, I'm pretty sure, but she moves and turns--it's what she does, it's how she is, and that's what we're trying to get an idea of. It seems like it should matter.