Imagining

I saw a couple of hot air balloons the other day, and it made me smile because one of my most favorite things is watching hot air balloons. Mostly though, it's because I can imagine how much fun the people in them are having and because I dream of going up in one some day. It's kind of a romantic thought... to be floating way above the surface of the earth, travelling through clouds, up away from where everyone one else in the world is. And they always seems to dip behind a building or around the curve of the earth and then it's just a longing to see them again... like a game of waiting to see where they pop out on the other side. Unfortunately, I was driving and so couldn't stare with wonder for too long. Earlier, while at work, I was watching a flock of birds riding the air currents way high up in the air just before a thunderstorm. I loved watching them soar and dive. I think they were seagulls, but they were very majestic-looking as little dots up against the increasingly blackened sky. They also disappeared for a time, and I didn't get to enjoy watching them again. I think there's something in me that just soars with the balloon and the birds... I haven't figured it out at all, but I enjoy it. It's one of those things that just puts a longing in me, and since I've never experienced such a feeling of being so high up in the basket of a balloon, or flying with my own wings, they make me curious as to what it would be like. Perhaps it's one of the places that my imagination is allowed to imagine, and be like a children's story book, full of wonder and mystery and marvelous things.