The red balloon drifted to the sound
of the child screaming. Slowly it rose above the hustle and
bustle of daily life. Gently lifted by the breeze and floating
to no one knew where. The string trailing behind, the last
visage of any attachment to its previous owner, it’s colour a
stark contrast to the grey skies above.
No longer tied to its earthbound master, it floated to freedom.
Bore by the wind to an unknown destination, drifting on the wind
of fate. Where would it end? And if I clutched to the string,
would it take me with it? I stopped and watched as it floated
higher and higher. The sounds of the traffic and the people
around me drift away, as in my mind I float away with the
balloon. Higher and higher until the world below is but a dream.
Clasping the string attached I rose into sky. Away from all
attachments, cares and worries of my life. Travelling to true
freedom. Guided by the wind I float above the city and look
down. Dizzy from the heights, I see the people like ants
scurrying around, driven by motives I no longer have. The grey
buildings surrounded by darker grey roads get further and
further away as I float further.
I smile as I glide along, holding tightly to my ticket to
freedom; a red balloon drifting in the breeze. No obligations,
no ties, no worries. No job to go to, no bills to pay. Bliss. I
have nowhere to be. No deadlines. Just floating around up in the
sky not knowing where I will land, even if I will ever land.
Suddenly I get bumped out of my dream. A nice dream, but
impractical. Smiling at myself I gather my overcoat around me
and continue my journey home.
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