Your prompt today: in the hot air balloon.
Heading home tomorrow, new post should be up either late afternoon or in the evening.
Without the rumble of airplane engines, with the crisp air pressing jacket against skin and tossing hair in fifty different directions at once, you can close your eyes and imagine that you have become a bird. Transformed and free, above it all.
It is magical.
It is empowering.
It is rejuvenating.
“Can’t this thing go any faster?”
… would be a whole lot better if Aunt Edith wasn’t up here with me.