THE NIGHT CIRCUS arrives without warning

Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear (via wnq-anonymous)

© Niilas Nordenswan Photography – Heels

Grunge blog

Acrylics on canvas

The snowflakes seem more lacy when you’re within the confines of the Circus, their spindly spires more clearly seen against the night-blackened sky.

Roasting chestnuts ۩  Ψήσιμο κάστανων

© Niilas Nordenswan Photography, Saimaa, Finland – Snow Formation

The Marigold Tarot by Amrit Brar

Mario Español - photo by Robert Pater

“Fire Flight,” featuring artists of Phoenix Dance Theatre  (x)

                                                                            —— THE CIRCUS PROPRIETOR

“The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.”  [x]

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

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