Once upon a time, there were two friends who went to the newly opened amusement park in town. There they rode the gleaming Ferris wheel. They had watched from afar for days, dreamed of it. Now they were inside and they turned the old camera in their hands and took pictures. It was the day of your dreams. You could smell cotton candy and ice cream, and the colors of the balloons on the sticks were reflected in the foamy clouds in the sky. Mary's yellow floral dress fluttered in the wind. The blue marbles in Joe's pocket spilled onto the floor. They ran towards the lake with paper waffles in their hands.

As the day called a red evening, their laughter seemed to fly like a kite. The Ferris wheel was in the sparkling lake soon. The lake had calmed down, the wind had subsided, and the oranges had begun to turn dark blue. While the birds and trees were resting, Mary and Joe rode the carousel this time. They are not tired of happiness. The camera, the rhythm of the carousel, the afternoon… Then they rushed home. Then pen and paper... Then friendship.