Sunshine
This morning as
I sat in my backyard reading, a balloon the color of sunshine came over the
back fence, blown by the breeze. It settled close to the ground and nodded
hello to the tiny flowers of the same color that grew in the uncut grass.
It felt magical.
The balloon
played with the flowers for some minutes and then jumped back on the breeze and
rode it up and over the wall on the south side of the yard.
Moments later, I
heard the little girl who lives next door squeal with delight.
