Fair

It's the morning of the first official fair day. I'm drinking coffee while people are stirring in their tents. I hear zippers and velcro, coughs and whispered conversations.

I want to be a part of this, but it's challenging. I don't want to be one of those people whose smile doesn't extend to her eyes -- so if my back hurts, or I'm cancer-sad, I guess I won't try to "turn that frown upside down". But I want to play!