He admired the audacity of the trapeze artist. It had been a long time since Carl Langeford had seen such an athletic feat. Let alone one that possessed a magnetic beauty.
Carl hadn’t planned on traveling through Budapest during the carnival season, but fate brought him under the eaves of the famous Orban troupe outside of the capital.
It was under that slicked tarp that he saw magic in the form of suspended flight. It was there that he understood the universe still had marvels for him.