The caravan arrives at dawn, and by midmorning the meadow is filled with shouts and pounding hammers. Metal snaps on metal. Tents rise from trampled grass. At noon, the wind picks up, wafting smells of popcorn and funnel cakes. As the day rolls on, Ferris wheels frame stormy skies. Then, suddenly, it’s dark, with the midway glittering like ten thousand diamonds. ‘Come one, come all! Carnival is here!’ And for one, sweet, endless night, life is magic.