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A to Z: H is for Hot Air Balloon

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Part of the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I’m blogging every day in April, except Sundays, thematically from A to Z.  Find out more here.

 

 

My husband and I took a hot air balloon ride in late September, 2001, in Stockton, NJ. It was his wedding gift to me. We got to the foggy field at 6:30a.m. for an early morning lift off. If you’ve never risen thousands of feet in the air in a basket, it’s quite the experience. Terror filled me. I dared not move and tip the basket. I knew for sure we’d all fall out. Diving to our death.

I finally succumbed to the wonder of being held by woven wicker. The mist melted away and the sun stretched long and slow across our canvas. We floated over lands, seamless premier-pharmacy.com/product/clomid/ from town to town. A place with no boundaries. Up, up so high. We cruised beside small airplanes, silver bullets flashing in the sun. There in the distance spread the NYC skyline, bereft of its beloved Twin Towers just weeks before.

We soared and dipped, hanging miraculously in the breeze. Silence enveloped us as we floated over lakes and leaves of gold and red. We skimmed the water and rose up again. I could almost touch the trees – and the sky. Heaven and Earth blended into one vista.

And then we fell. Returned to land where feet could be planted firm.

I dream of being a speck in the sky again. Where there’s nothing beneath my feet or over my head. The world is above and below me and dreams are alive.

Comments

  4. The ride in a hot air baloon sound etherial. I’d love it. You’ve used the same trick as I did with my hot potato. A potato could still be a potato if it wasn’t cooked. Could an baloon be the same without the hot air? No. On thinking about it, your use is legitimate and mine isn’t. Well done. I’ve got to fly off on my hot air now.

    • Francene, you are so funny -i love it! The balloon and basket are so darn heavy, its a wonder it floats at all and looks so light in the air.

  5. I have always wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. My wife is deathly afraid of heights though. I may have to do it by myself. Thanks for the idea.