The heavy feet of the pier sink deep into the silky blue ocean from the weight of the tourists, fishermen, children and adults.  The sun illuminates the dirty, used wooden floors and the clear blue waters. The sand particles dance in the wind landing gently on your naked arm, foot or hand. Laughter penetrates the atmosphere, surround sound of geese, loud voices, and passing cars. The sun still slightly covered by the snow white clouds lets itself be known. The little droplets of sweat forming on your forehead, on top of your upper lip are proof of the humid but surprisingly enjoyable weather. The breeze skips by, carrying with it the smells of the salty ocean.  You wait. You keep looking around, searching.

The lights are flashing, and different rides are zooming but the Wonder Wheel slowly moves, almost unnoticeably. Subtly making its full round, showing off the lights, boardwalk, cotton candy and colorful but old painted walls. Good times fly by but the Wonder Wheel stays true to itself. Inching to its end but not rushing to finish. It sets its wheels going, turning through life, turning through the music, through the minutes, through the laughter but slowly. It gives us all time to adjust. Time to understand that there is an end. It knows that the night is soon to follow so why hasten what is true to follow.