At the Circus

 My family and I got to see the circus opening night. It's not about over-the-top, outrageous spectacle, it's about family. All of the performers are extremely talented, but there's a sense of closeness that makes their feats that much more amazing.
I was engrossed. The toddlers in front of me had the jaws on the floor. It was enrapturing for every age.

At intermission, I had my photo taken with Spring. He invited me behind the table of merchandise fro the shot. He said, "this is the circus. There are no rules."

Spring @ Zoppé

The Zoppé Circus is here at Proctors! It’s been a day since the tent went up. Now when you park in the garage off Broadway, you’re treated to the sight of a blue and white anomalous canopy, topped with Italian, Canadian, and American flags.
    Sara and I stepped out to hang up circus posters around the town yesterday. We turned down Broadway and walked to the lot where the Zoppé tent is going up. A shirtless and brawny member of the company was hammering in tent poles. Not just hammering – sledge hammering.
    Sara introduced herself and we learned his name is Spring. He smiled and when asked, explained his Reiki-center tattoo in a very merry manner. You could tell he was part of the circus. He wore his hair slightly longer and bore the type of tan that comes from working in the sun.
    He kindly offer us a normal-sized hammer. With that, we successfully hung posters on a neighboring telephone pole.
                           
You should really check out the 'About Us' page on their website. The story is utterly charming!