The Carnaval parade
March 26, 2018
Yesterday, this dishevelled little owl put on a BEAUTIFUL Brazilian costume, joined the Rio Rhythmics' Carnaval Parade, and Latin-danced her way all down Queen Street in the centre of the city. This burst of extroverted, little-owl-exuberance took place despite there being THOUSANDS of people standing shoulder-to-shoulder and one-behind-the-other along the parade route, despite their all carrying cameras and mobile phones, and despite the fact they were all pointing their mobile phones and cameras AT THE PARADE.
(Such an opposite-of-shyness thing for this little owl to do.)
Among all the (undishevelled) parade-performers were Condors and Amazonians, a blue-and-white-and-silver Iceman, and a parader in a tiger's mask. There were girls wearing bikinis (all feathered and beaded), sparkled cuffs on their legs and arms, and high-heels-like-ladders on their feet. There were drums and percussion groups making samba. There was a troupe from Bolivia wearing spangled skirts and decorated hats AND the men in their costumes looked like matadors except that they had ringers like cowbells tied to their calves to make them SOUND when they walked. (Matadors don't sound when they walk.)
And the crowds SMILED as we passed. (WAVED, too.)
And this dishevelled little owl saw all the good feeling of Brazil rising, everywhere. It floated up through the towers and the buildings of the city and it filled EVERYTHING. And everyone there BREATHED the something-wondrous-in-the-air and FELT wondrous-fit-to-bust.
(And this dishevelled little owl was SO hot from parading. And she was SO sweaty from dancing, too. But it didn't matter because she had seen magic. Felt and heard it too. And for that she was—absolutely and positively—parade-transformed.)