My senses were inundated. I couldn't seem to take it all in fast enough. The scene--the one at the Yellow Springs Street Fair--is one that will last in my memory bank for a very long time.
Indeed a sight for the eyes--muted grays and charcoals of drawings gave way to the blend of turquoise, royal purple and sea-foam green of crocheted berets, which bled into the crimson-y red and blood-orange of the delicate, handmade leaf jewlery.
A musical cacophony for the ears--the sweet tinkling of the tambourines melded into the melodious timbre of the street performer's husky voice and his harmonious acoustic guitar; all of which was somehow united with the deep thud thud of the drums that pulsated along with the heart.
A tingling sensation for the nose--powdery funnel cake mingled with caramelized kettle corn, which was fused with the fragrance of strawberry-scented candles and the warm aroma of fresh-baked bread.
And the people--some clad in long prairie skirts and flowery hair pieces, others donned dreadlocks and "Legalize It!" buttons, and still others sported muted bandanas and faded blue jeans.
At first glance, it all appeared to be a mess, but somehow it all fit together. Piece by Piece.
All at once it was beautifully chaotic and chaotically beautiful.
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