Sun Always Rises

I ran to the balloon thinking he would wait. Couldn’t he see there was a missing novice balloonist? Novice? Maybe that’s a bit over exaggerated. The closest I had ever been to a balloon was underneath waving for my ride.
Away they go..I can hear their excitement. Wait!…. I recognize that voice!
That was my Mother that went out for coffee. I had been looking for her.
She was now me, riding high in the sky.

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