Like a ferris wheel, so too is life. The slow turn of a massive sphere. Position perpetually changing. Round and round.

Each point on the cyclical axis marking moments in time. Some moments paused. Moments to allow exits and entries. Moments to repair what is broken. Some moments so brief the only capture is as gliding past. Slow and steady. Round and round.

Highs and lows, peaks and valleys, slow and fast. Birth begetting your solo ticket to begin a ride only ONE knows the length of. Round and round.

Magical one trip around can seem and daunting the next. Perhaps laughter filling the space of your private gondolas as you crest the top of the spinnaker. Only to have tears sweep the laughter away like pollen in a spring rain. As life takes you on its ultimate ride. Round and round.

No turn the same. Each bringing new views, new seasons, new experiences. Round and round.

Until alas the conductor slows its pace and it is your turn to exit. Round and round.