One Step Closer

Thick, midsummer air washes over the line, drowning the world with the baked, slightly cloying scent of funnel cake.  Its heaviness mixes with the suffocating humidity, becoming a sludgy mix of sweetness and sweat so dense it can almost be tasted.  Lights flash ahead by the distant station, flickering on and off every time someone passes by.  Beyond them, the rollercoaster train whooshes away, creating its own wind as it leaves with a new crew.  The gust blows back, disturbing the clinging aroma, aerating the line, blowing away boredom for a single second before it comes rushing back.  People grumble to themselves, shifting from foot to foot, waiting to take one step closer to that wind.  Eyes rove through the crowd, never quite meeting each other, snapping away to empty spaces where bushes sag, overburdened by the evening heat. 
Whoosh.
One step closer.