There they sit… all lined up and in anticipation. A whole shoreline of them, up and down the promenade, waiting patiently for the event to start. There will be lights in the sky.
And so they come out – girls, boys, moms and dads – those who fit in and those who don’t. Locals and visitors and natives and transplants. Those too thin and those too chubby…. all naturals and those enhanced with plastic boobs or synthetic testosterone. Young lovebirds cooing, old fogeys slow going, There are those on their own and those waiting for others. There are those looking at screens and those looking at the view and those looking at the people. There are those in style, those out of style and those with their own style. Formal and overdressed, shirtless and in jeans distressed. Too warm, too cool for words. The young who frown with too much seriousness and the older who learned to laugh.
There they wait – all lined up and in anticipation. A whole shoreline of them, up and down the promenade, waiting patiently for the event to start. Not realizing they are the biggest attraction, the main events, the most beautiful and intricate show – lives unfolding – a thousand autobiographies performed live for one show only.
And they are beautiful.