Come fly away with me

to a place we want to be

up high in the cottony clouds

where anything is allowed

where soft winds blow

and spirits glow

where life is free

for he and she and me

we’ll take flight

toward the light

and smile and laugh and sing

in a basket tied with string

we will float

in our air-filled boat

with the utmost ease

in the gentle breeze

and leave behind

the ties that bind.

A couple of weeks ago, Hubby and I spent a Saturday evening watching a multitude of hot air balloons lift off and fly away at the Western Pennsylvania Balloon Quest in New Castle, PA.  The weather was a bit “iffy,” and take-offs were delayed, but Mother Nature cooperated, to our great fortune, and we were able to experience this beauty.

I’m a bit of a ninny poo poo when it comes to daring adventures of height like this, but oh how I wish I were brave enough.  Maybe some day.  For now, it was lovely to experience from the ground and dream of far away places that can only be reached by going where the gentle wind blows us.

Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi