Ever dream of running away to the circus?  We all have.  Its one of the few universal dreams we all have.   Like dreams of flying, or dreams of being lost, the Circus is one of the Major Dreams.

  It shows up unannounced, the Travelling Circus.    Its colors, too rich, too vibrant for the mundane rainbow.   Its tents are scarlet, sapphire, emerald, not  red, purple or green.   Gold ropes tie the tents down, while  silver gates keep the eager patrons out until nightfall. 

The acts, oh the acts, are miraculous.   Acrobats that seem to float on clouds,  jugglers that can flip bottles with entire oceans in them,  fortune tellers that can make a man weep with joy or terror, clowns that cause laughter that can cleanse the soul.    And I have even heard of a Wishing Tree, with candles of white wax. But that can only be found by the people that need to find it.

  The food is as marvelous as the acts,  chocolate mice, candied apples, sweetwater,  spun sugar castles, and honey sauces.   

So come. All are welcome.  Come to the Travelling Circus.   We don't know when it will show up, and show up it does, without warning, and without fanfare.  And it always leaves in three days, leaving no litter, no garbage, and no trace.

Perhaps it is a dream.  A dream we all share.