I just finished a great little run in my basement ... "little" because it was only about 25 minutes, but it felt great nonetheless. While I was running I looked over through the basement window into the window well and there was a blue balloon ... kinda deflated ... I started thinking about that balloon.
I wonder where it came from? It is blue, so maybe it was from a little boy's birthday party? Maybe is was from a baby shower and the mommy-to-be was having a baby boy? Why does blue have to mean it had something to do with a boy? Maybe it was part of a huge bunch of multi-colored balloons that were a grand surprise to someone who was feeling sad?
I like balloons.
I would love to go in a hot air balloon ride. My 1st grade teacher Mrs. Underwood had one ... she would bring it to school and blow it up on the field. Hmmm, that doesn't sound right, I mean inflate it ... not blow it up. It was great.
I went to the Snowmass Hot Air Balloon Festival in 2000, when I was working at the Deaf Camp with Caloy ... one of the most amazing and colorful sites I have ever seen.
I enjoyed day dreaming about the blue balloon in my window well as I was running. I hope no one was sad when they realized that they lost it ... little do they know it is stuck at my house and making me smile. Thanks for sharing your balloon ... whoever you are.
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