One day until the Willow Creek Summer Festival, and the town square had become a living, breathing masterpiece. The booths stood tall and vibrant, their fresh paint gleaming under the soft afternoon light. Strings of fairy lights formed perfect glowing canopies overhead, ready to transform the entire space into a wonderland the moment dusk fell. The main stage was fully rigged with colorful banners fluttering gently in the breeze, the kids’ zone was a vibrant playground of games and colors, and the ring-toss poles stood perfectly aligned after countless careful measurements.
We arrived mid-afternoon as the usual trio. Amina was practically vibrating with excitement, her graphic design portfolio tucked under her arm as she talked nonstop about the final signage tweaks she wanted to make. E
