Sometimes in life you find yourself
inexplicably filled with joy
over something completely surprising.
For me, I have found that something to be
early morning hot air balloons.
I have never been particularly interested
in hot air balloons,
and to be honest, the thought of
flying through the air in just a basket
rather terrifies me.
So I was completely caught off-guard
by how enamored I've become
with my morning sightings.
From our tiny kitchen table we don't have much
of a view; we look east and face a busy road
and a hospital across the street.
But over my daily bowl of cereal
I began to see balloons,
sometimes just a couple,
but other times five, ten...
today nearly 15.
And with each sighting, I grow
more enchanted.
I'm still not sure what it is about them
that strikes me: the rainbow of colors,
the way they can sneak up, drifting & soaring,
imagining the view their occupants
are experiencing.
No, I'm not sure what it is about them,
but I know I will continue
to search for them,
seeking the joy they bring.
I hope that you all find your own
hot air balloons in life,
surprising as they may be.
