A Magic Balloon

Do you look up at the sky? I like to look at vapour trails, wondering where the plane and its passengers are off to. Sometimes there are beautiful cloud formations to wonder at. Other times, we have our heads placed firmly downwards, maybe its raining or its windy or we need to concentrate on where we are going.

And then there are days when you look up and you see Balloons.

I’d forgotten about ballooning in the mountains. Every year I see them, always on a bright clear day. The perfect conditions. Round the mountain a group, (what is the collective noun?) of balloons come into view. Sometimes they float on by, and around the next valley and mountain they go. Other times they will land in and around the village.

In fact last year someone (and their balloon) managed to land on our roof and got themselves thoroughly attached. But that was then.

This is the first big blue sky day where I saw the balloons cross the village. I was waiting at the bus stop, which doesn’t sound very romantic does it? But that was where I was. I’d spent the morning at the Medcine and arranging appointments for Physio and had had enough. Yes I was feeling pretty glum.  And then up there in the distance I could see them, every colour.

Seeing them from a distance they are graceful they float and glide.  It is only as they come nearer you can hear them, the flow of air being pumped into them to carry them up on a therm.

There’s one landed behind an apartment block, there’s another up the other side of the village, and look one is just passing the church.

But where is this one headed?  Who know’s. All I know was it was directly above me, with the sun shining through. And it was magic. My spirits were lifted along with it, up, up they soared. A Magic Balloon.


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