| Like seeing a hot air balloon. It’s just like seeing a hot air balloon. No helium or flame or 8 passenger basket. No passengers possibly drinking champagne. No pilot or ballast, nor buoyancy, nor balloonist enthusiast entering national contests. No ballast, I cannot stress this enough, no ballast, no ballast, no ballast. No science! No cause, no one getting involved or getting the blues. No weddings, engagements, company picnics or a back yard party, for who balloons for a back yard party? No one richer than me. Nothing shaped like a monkey or a chili pepper or a bee, or a Volkswagen bug. No brand loyalty. No weddings! No envelope roll-up, not without help, good help on the ground is the most important thing. No prior knowledge of previous passengers, a Duck, a Sheep and a Chicken, nor knowledge of hot air. No flat land to worry about, no splash-n-dash or discreet pilots or pilots having to act discreet, only interfering with the hot air. No jobs like that, struggling to be all day out of the way. No hot air. Nothing in the way. Copyright © 2015 by Amy Lingafelter. Used with permission of the author. |
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