This time we made it....and we found ourselves sitting in the middle of a field, at 7 in the morning, with the sun coming into a perfectly clear blue sky, and the soft morning air slowly filling mountains of bright silk all around us.
As the balloons, there must have been 30 or more, slowly rose into the morning sky....Colin was so excited by the whole thing he lifted his cap in the air. Andrew and Colin became even more amazed when a series of sculpted balloons began to take shape...squinting into the sun, still low on the horizon, this one began to look like a bottle, that one like a flower, over there...some sort of monster, and beside it, the Statue of Liberty.
By eight, it was all over, the balloons had either returned to earth, or had disappeared over trees. An unbearably chipper scotsman was squacking over the P.A., craftspeople were beginning to set up their tables, and the midway crew were crawling out of their trailers. It was time for us to go home.
