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We’re the typical suburban family, I think, living close to a large city with much to offer and yet hardly ever taking advantage of the city until we have a visitor from out of town. This past weekend, our nephew’s girlfriend was visiting him, and he wanted to show her around town. So the whole family was off to the Shedd Aquarium for a day of fun.
As I was looking at my photos from our day, I was struck by the number of circles I found.

Perfectly round spots on a little spotted stingray

I’m expecting a hobbit to come walking out the round door,
ready for a ramble around the Shire.
Moon jellies, round like their name

Tail circled around a frond of seaweed, this little seahorse is hoping a morsel of food will float by while he patiently waits.

Lily, taking a rest after playing inside an iceberg in the Polar Play Zone, can’t resist looking at the anemones in the tank behind her.

Emmy gets in on the fun by dressing up like a penguin with a round, white belly.

All of these circles remind me of my favorite poem to read aloud:

I am running in a circle
and my feet are getting sore,
and my head is
spinning,
spinning,
as it’s never spun before.
I am
dizzy
dizzy
dizzy.
Oh! I cannot bear much more.
I am trapped in a
revolving
. . .volving
. . .volving
. . .volving door!

Running in a Circle, from The New Kid on the Block by Jack Prelutsky