I love the vibrant colors and the anticipation that lingers in the air as the crowd watches the balloons inflate and waits for one of them to break free from the Earth.
Gracefully, almost lazily, the first balloon will head towards the open sky. A second and third follow suit while the rest of the group continue to inflate, waiting to join their fellows as they climb towards the setting sun.
In its anticipation, one of the balloons tried to get away without its riders!
They managed to catch it and climb into their basket, before joining the other brightly striped balloons in the blue (and hazy!) evening sky.
Up and away they went, over the trees and beyond the hill, floating into the descending dusk. We watched until the very last, a purple monster of some sort had made his way into the sky and out of our sights over the range.
I wonder what it is about balloons that inspires such giddiness and joy within myself and so many others?