You arrive to the waterfront at sunset. The sweet end of a summer weekday where all the crowds have disappeared to dinners somewhere else.

The ferris wheel workers are testing a new sunset lighting scheme, and ask if you’d be willing to be the first rider to try it out.

You climb aboard into a luxurious private capsule. They offer you a blanket, snack, and beverages before they close the snug door, and invite you to nap or drowse if sleep overtakes you while spinning slow and languid through the seaside sky; a call button will halt the ride any time you desire, but take all the time you want as they choreograph a long-playing light display feature sundown’s subtle warm amber glows and contrasting twilight blues.

You rise and fall in blissful loops … the visions around you never growing old … sky and lights reflections changing ever so slowly as the sun goes down down down.