Shouldn't…but Do

Blue sky, yellow balloon.

Or rather five balloons. With silver strings.  The number five – hieros gamos – one with the Other this time around.  I am me.

At the ball park, a scene never more beautiful.  Birds, breeze and the trees in attendance.

Was it letting go, or calling forth?  Excitement as the balloons sought traction in their natural medium.   Laughter as they percolated skyward and east.  East to new beginnings.

I watched them only until far and away – not though, until out of sight.  I need now  to see which way to go.  Soaring, determined, with sun glinting off their sides.

Far and away, my own Independence Day.