Looking out at the window, I see the left over balloons tied with red and orange ribbons fighting to keep themsleves up and in place. The balloons are bouncing back and forth as they hang tethered between the branches. Gently dancing and flapping in the breeze. Taking the time to celebrate along amongst themselves after having been in a loud and boisterous celebration the night before. To provide a bit of color in the drab of the new cold of a long delayed winter. A way to dress up this time of year and a time for celebration for those who look out their windows.
A week later that balloon is still doing its dance out there. Oblivious to the cold and the changes to the temperatures, it is keeping its shape and form.
Happy 11th Birthday Little Chick
6 days ago