J'adore la Cirque

My mother treated the kids and I to tickets to Cirque de Soliel. I have only seen them before on TV, and was thrilled by what I saw there, so had high hopes to see them live. What a thrill it was to see them. We had third row tickets, so could see them wink at us, see their face paint, and the seams on their costumes, see the sweat fly off their bodies as they twirled around. It was mesmarising. I fell in love with every single one of them. I wanted to know everything about each one of them; their life stories, who they loved, what they thought about as they did what they did. The most beautiful act, for me, was two brothers who literally flew through the air by one hand. They were a living sculpture moving and flying, and had I been alone I would have wept at the beauty of it. In fact, I was struck by the beauty of all of it, that a human could create something so fantastic, so majestic, something that started as an idea, a possibility. I wanted to run away with them, to be a part of them, to know them. What a treat!