amid the sky that reaches high stands a ferris wheel in the night. its once lively spin has now ended, abrupt, never to return again. but on she climbs up into the wind her hair streaming like a golden ribbon. she blends into the over twilight that seeps into every depthless bright. she is as rare as the merest glow that is but deafened by the midnight show. she is not fearless she is not dumb. she is as brave as the blazing sun that replaces night with its burning light. she is dauntless.