Friends old and friends new. Hot air in the early morning light. The send off into the sky.
I was expecting a romantic empty scene, but crowds and a giant purple people eater painted this morning a different color and so we shifted and matched the crazy with our own. It was a strange and fantastic kind of morning with the bellows from the balloons fire juxtaposed with the quiet of the dawn.
We dreamed of floating over Paris or Cappadocia with a woven basket beneath our feet. Safely on the ground with the sun peeking through the clouds, anything seemed possible.