Balloon Ride

by | Aug 12, 2020

Balloon Ride

Far away we drift silently into the sky. The ground falls away. We are free. The gentle occasional hissing of the flame as it carries us onward. Hearing the dogs bark and train whistle from two miles up. Looking below as small as ants. My heart soars.

 

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