Sitting back in the rickety old chair I looked at the cloudless sky and wondered if I would see any hot air balloons tonight. Generally I could see three or four of the impossibly huge balloons, floating so high over head that their huge, beautiful bodies seemed mere specs in the distance. I loved them, they were so small at first glance, plain like everything else. I knew though that if you got a little bit closer, you could tell that there is so much more to them, far more than just the ordinary. I only saw one tonight, dancing in the air, far enough out so that I couldn't see it well, but close enough for me to know, it was beautiful.