Summer Circus and the Unloved Mailbox

We’re in the fourth straight day of rain. But the circus is coming to town. The carnies had their windbreakers pulled up tight to their faces today, but nothing much was happening. They were all undercover, near the TiltAWhirl, smoking cigarettes and waiting for the sky to open up. The rides sat in the rain, waiting for something to happen. Below is one surreal scene I saw today — a scene within a scene.

Hillbilly Village waits patiently to open its doors. (click/enlarge).

And then, down the street, is what I call “The Most Unloved Mailbox In The World”. I drive by it almost every day; it’s near my house, and near my burrito place. Every time I drive by it, it’s like it’s leaning out to me, beckoning for me to stop and close its door. How can you have a relationship with a mailbox? Well, I do. It also reminds me of one of the scenes from the old original Batman, on TV, where one of the villains would get smacked by Robin, and his mouth would open, and he’d crash through a fake-glass window. I almost want to add in one of those bright yellow “POW!!!” signs, right next to the door of the mailbox.

The Unloved Mailbox, abandoned and desiring attention. (click/enlarge).