Tuesday, May 6, 2008
We have been to two balloon festivals. There is something magical about watching them lift off from the ground and float in the air. The quiet. The blue skies. We have been in a balloon twice and I think I like it better from the ground. What is it about a hot air balloon that makes us look to the sky in wonder? The shape, the color...or just the sense of freedom from the world. No noisy engine. Above it all. We are preparing for our annual trip to NYC. Bean, Monkeyboy, Mippy and I. We are staying at a different hotel this time. Hairspray is on the Broadway tour and Stomp is on the off-Broadway tour. Shopping, of course. Swimming for Bean and Monkeyboy. Perhaps a carriage ride in the park. And just some fun time together. And as we take off (by the way, flyings is not my favorite thing to do) the world below becomes a little smaller. The day to day world goes away. We work so we can play...and play we will.