The day and I were at odds. The weather was gorgeous - the first seriously warm day in a slow-arriving spring - but I was grumpy and feeling like a drudge. I knew I needed some attitude adjustment, so I mixed a cocktail and took it to the roof.
Ah, much better. Five floors above the Bottom, I took in the neighborhood activities: a CSX train clacking along, plywood progress at the building-to-be across the street, helicopters whapping to and from the medical center.
Then I noticed the balloon, heart-shaped Mylar with a tail that had once tethered it somewhere. It was probably an escapee from one of the signs that our local apartment management companies use to entice renters.
I watched as the balloon wafted along, sailing higher as it moved northeastward with the spring wind. At first I wondered where it would go down, thinking about the danger balloon litter poses to wildlife. Then I wondered if a balloon could cause any harm if it encountered the rotors of a helicopter.
Heavens, Jody! I scolded myself for concentrating on the worries rather than the flight. Yes, eventually this balloon would become ugly litter, maybe even dangerous, but for the moment it was a pretty red heart bouncing in front of my eyes.
I watched it until it became a speck indistinguishable from the floaters in my eyes. Despite my worried resistance, the red heart balloon managed to remind me of sometimes simply enjoying the moment.
Ah, much better. Five floors above the Bottom, I took in the neighborhood activities: a CSX train clacking along, plywood progress at the building-to-be across the street, helicopters whapping to and from the medical center.
Then I noticed the balloon, heart-shaped Mylar with a tail that had once tethered it somewhere. It was probably an escapee from one of the signs that our local apartment management companies use to entice renters.
I watched as the balloon wafted along, sailing higher as it moved northeastward with the spring wind. At first I wondered where it would go down, thinking about the danger balloon litter poses to wildlife. Then I wondered if a balloon could cause any harm if it encountered the rotors of a helicopter.
Heavens, Jody! I scolded myself for concentrating on the worries rather than the flight. Yes, eventually this balloon would become ugly litter, maybe even dangerous, but for the moment it was a pretty red heart bouncing in front of my eyes.
I watched it until it became a speck indistinguishable from the floaters in my eyes. Despite my worried resistance, the red heart balloon managed to remind me of sometimes simply enjoying the moment.
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