The Journey Starts by the Balloon
Once released, the balloon drifted above the clear sky on gentle puffs of wind, crossing over rooftops and playgrounds and drifting over trees as it drifted slowly upwards to a greater height with distance from Emily’s house. It even seemed magical to glint in the sunlight as it embarked upon the unplanned adventure.
It crossed miles of wind, allowing it to steer into noise-filled cities and rural farmlands. At one point in its journey, it would have passed countless lives, completely unnoticed. Once, in a park, children observed it and waved at it, not knowing possibly where it might be off to. To them, it was a balloon; to Emily, it represented the message of love and dreams that she wished to spend with him.
As night began to fall, the balloon moved silently along. Against the heavenly background of starlight, it acted as if it were trying to carry out some sort of mysterious plan. And then, after travelling innumerable miles, it started to descend, drawn gently by a breeze through the quiet countryside.
