view from above

Set out yesterday for the daily walk,,,we have met early each morning for many years and often we enjoy the quiet and have no need to speak for the first few minutes as we start the day with one foot in front of the other, one step at a time. 

A whoosing sound , so clear, seemed to disturb the morning silence; we looked to find the source.

Rising above the neighborhood pines was a striped hot air balloon...it moved seamless and slow barely skimming the treetops and heading toward the mist and clouds. We stood in awe; waving to the travelers who stood in the balloon basket, we found ourselves grinning with them at the adventure ahead.

What must we look like from their vantage point?? Sleepy eyed women and a dog whose morning just became even brighter. Reminds me of how much I love the possibilties that arise every day...

sending peace.