We spotted this balloon as we drove down the road late yesterday afternoon. A Monday, on the way to the Y for Martial Arts and working out.
The almost-teen boy and I. Quiet in the car, thinking our own private thoughts when I asked him to snap the picture.
I want to write about soaring and growing up and the difference in car riding with a 12-year-old compared to a two-year-old. Or any child under the age of ten. That moment yesterday in the van is lost to me now. All I wanted to say and write, risen in my thoughts as we were quiet – it’s forgotten.
Except for this image of the balloon.
I wonder where it landed?
I think of my boy.
I wonder where he will land. He, along with the test of his siblings, is just starting to soar.
This is probably the most unimpressive picture of a hot air balloon that you will see shared, but it’s all I’ve got. Photo by my 12-year-old boy.
Dirty windshield by me. Note to self: must wash car.