One of my earliest memories as a young girl, was of a hot air balloon festival............................... Seeing all of the magic of those colorful balloons arising like motes of dust.......... it changed me................ I like to believe it made me exactly who I am today...... like maybe, if I never saw that great cloud of balloons in the sky, I would have ended up as a tax attorney or conservative......................................
I remember nothing of the festival, only the balloons high in the sky.............. but I am sure somewhere, in my deep and tethered heart, there are pieces of hot air balloon affecting me in ways I cannot even begin to comprehend in this life.................
If not to see the hot air balloons, then what is it all for?....................