State of grace

Red balloon

There is an ephemeral feeling of connection that fills me with hope and sadness as we share the mundane tasks that weave a life.  Goodwill, love and affection are part of a routine that has become lonely and boring.

You accidentally let go of the balloon.  I stare at the red dot as it slowly ascends into the sky, disappearing.  I imagine it exploding into tiny little pieces that fall down softly, like confetti.

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