faded in time

chapter 3

The streets lively as the years before, I navigated my way through the crowd. The sun had started to set on the horizon and the citizen has begun to string the lights. It became more of a habit whenever I visited the kingdom I would spend at least a few hours in the open, before being once again confined in my quarters for the duration of my stay. I left home to study on earth at the age of 10. I was more thrilled to be out of the cage of glittering gold that had imprisoned me for all those years then my parents where. That too is another story for another time. My stay would last from a few weeks to about 3 months. It was and still is most dreadful. When I finally came into the clearing of the square I sat down eating a small bowl of strawberries and sugar I had gotten earlier and took in the sight. Not much had changed in the years before. Ms. Ambrose’s cafe was still in its same location as it's always been located 2 stores down from the Edwards bakery in front of the cherry blossom tree, and in between the Cordelia flower shop and Mr. Steward's library. Mrs. Lucy, still chasing after her children, they've grown tremendously since I last saw them, my how much they have grown. The people had started to leave their homes and make their way to the inner town square. While some women in the kingdom chose to dress simply all year around, the parade of roses was the only time in which every maiden would dress in elaborate gowns and men in fancy suits. People would save for years to make enough money to purchase or make such clothes. The dance had finally started to take its form when the first strung of the violin was played. The waltz of roses had commenced, it was the first song that was always played at the parade. Personally, I thought the handmade gowns and suits looked much better than the ones that stood in the storefront windows in the city. I liked the way each stitch was sown into bright or dark fabrics, how each bead and gem carefully arranged in an intricate design to display each person's personality and creativity, each gown, each suit, forged from the blood, sweat, and tears of its maker, heart and soul threaded and arranged into a one of a kind. Unique in every sense of the word, no article of clothing was ever alike, no gown or suit could ever be fabricated or produced in such a manner, its finished product was exquisite, months of hard work were never in vain.