“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


What wind brought this balloon?

On what wind did this balloon ride?

What wind knew the place? Had it circled before, sighing through the trees & flowers? What wind brought this gift and placed it ever-so-gently among Mary's Turkish Redcaps? What wind kissed it with softness, making it sway in the waning light, dancing a slow waltz to the music of early evening? An autumn wind, still warmed by the sun, but quickly cooling in the light of the half moon? And then gone? The balloon a reminder it had visited & approved?

Or was it a wild chilly wind, sweeping around the corner from the park, where children's balloons were fleeing left & right & up & up & up to just get away, and did it grab this lucky balloon by its ribbon & say come with me - quick! - I know just the spot! Yes, yes, a couple of cats, I know, but only one a kitten; the other won't bother you - there is silence & beds of flowers in which to sleep away the night. And did the balloon believe that wind & come willingly & was it pleasantly surprised to find that this was a truthful wind, despite its blustering & hurrying? Or was it cajoled, sweet-talked - did the wind grow impatient?

After all, who can doubt the wind?


  1. You have such a wonderful way with words....You could be a writer! I love the way you put things.

  2. Thank you! Thank you for providing me with another perspective of balloons caught adrift by the wind! I always get upset by seeing things like this as I worry too much about litter, the environment, and so forth.
    So very poetic you are!

  3. Christy & Paula - Thank you both so much. I have another balloon story for another time. That one will make you laugh!

    :) Debi

  4. You see? You have once again gone beyond what is obvious, what is plain in sight...the balloon...and wrote a story about the thing that is not so evident, the thing that is hidden but wanting to be acknowledged...the wind.

    Like the trees you find in concrete, and dogs in other tree tops chomping at the moon, you see what isn't easily seen.

    I love seeing the world through your eyes.


  5. the wind. balloons. truth. luck. kittens. Oh, a perfect post. Full of perfect things.

  6. Jaime - As a child, I thought everything was alive. :) I guess I still think that way!

    Relyn - Thank you. You should've seen the balloon in the dark!



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