We run with a balloon tied to our hand.
When we stop, the balloon slowly comes to rest above us, stirring in the wind and threatening to float away if we don't hold it tightly. So we clutch onto the piece of string connecting us to that pretty little thing.
And we take off again. Running as fast as we can, pulling that balloon with us.
Hold on tightly and run fast. Avoid falling, it might cause you to graze your knees and burst your balloon.
Get there quickly, before the balloon shrinks in size, loses some of its beauty.
Because no one wants a sad looking balloon. What's the point in that?
Sometimes I like to lay down on my bed and look up at the floating beauty, bumping its head on the ceiling.
When I close my eyes however, and wake in the morning, my balloon is a little smaller and is floating a little less high.
Kimberley Doreen x
