But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain morning/Watched those cotton candy clouds roll by/They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies.

You wouldn't be done with the hot dog before he was passing down cotton candy, and then just as you are getting into the cotton candy, here comes the snow cones. And after the snow cones, everybody had popcorn.

I watched how to win - I had the best seat in the house and what I saw was that Phil had fun

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

I always saw candy as art.

You must see sunrise and sunset atleast once a day !