Colored lights can hypnotize. They certainly sparkle in my eyes. And that is what they are designed to do. Grab your attention.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been captivated by color. Especially when it takes the form of colored glass or lights. My home is filled with things made of glass, in every imaginable color. Useful things like vases, glasses, and pitchers. And decorative things like stained glass windows and artwork. Plus fun things like kaleidoscopes. A whole collection of them.
It’s the color, and the way it sparkles and changes with the varying light that gets me. Neon signs and flashing movie theater marquees always get me. So it was no wonder that the other day when I pulled into the parking lot at the mall that I was spellbound.
The fair was in town. Is it a fair or a carnival? Its set up in the parking lot with a number of thrill rides, some food and games. It was daytime so the full effect of the lights didn’t quite hit me. But I know what it looks like at night. And I love it.
I grew up within a mile of a permanent amusement park. Bigger than these little fairs, but smaller than Disney World. I could walk there, and often did. At night I could see the glow of the lights over the horizon. And hear the sounds of the people screaming on the roller coaster. I loved going there. Especially in the evening when the sky was dark but the lights on the rides and food stands and penny arcade lit up the night. Some steady glowing and others flashing. All vivid and bright.
Many years ago, seems like another lifetime, I ran in the Walt Disney World Marathon. That’s a long story, but I have a number of very vivid memories of that day. It started before the crack of dawn. In the dark.
But we ran through The Magic Kingdom first, and as I remember it, in the dark of the early morning, every single ride was operating. No riders, but all the lights on and whirring about. That was a hell of a way to start what would be a long day. I remember other things too, like being tired, and being rained on. And seeing some runners take time out to get married at Cinderella’s Castle. All the parks. And the end, when I saw my two kids cheering me across the finish line.
And I got a shiny gold medal in the shape of Mickey’s head. Polished to a brilliant gleam. More flashy lights.
I do lots of lights for Christmas, and have lights up on my porch for night time relaxation. There are strings of colored martini glass lights in my garage, and pink flamingo lights in the closet. I need a place for them… And in my office, my man cave if you will, I have lava lights, salt lights, red lights, fluorescent lights, black lights, and even an incandescent bulb or two.
I’m an advertisers dream. Flash some bright lights at me and I’ll come running like a moth to a flame. Just don’t expect me to buy anything. Unless it’s a light.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?