Memories Of The 2023 Carnival

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Time goes by
Sometimes it flows like a lazy muddy river
And on days of rage like a lava stream racing from a burning volcano
Memories are churned by the maelstroms of life
Tossed from the extremes that emotions bring in our nights
Dreams cling to the flotsam and jetsam of our recurrent wreckages
Tonight, sitting in a faraway place, I remember the Notting Hill Carnivals
In our dressed-up ignorance, we tend to compare life and death
Like dancers cast in a passionate embrace
But death, as much as birth, is only part of life
A door with a glowing red handle
Burning from the fires of the unknown that lurks beyond
The road is much longer than we think…
Photos and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin