Black-and-white stripes on grey sky; countless tents of varying shapes and sizes, with an elaborate wrought-iron fence encasing them in a colorless world.
“What kind of circus is only open at night?” people ask No one has a proper answer, yet as dusk approaches there is a substantial crowd of spectators gathering outside the gates.
The people around you are growing restless from waiting, a sea of shuffling feet, murmuring about abandoning the endeavor in search of someplace warmer to pass the evening.