We drove the dusty road that snaked through the boulder-strewn canyons, descending slowly toward the river bottom. The clouds of dust kicked up behind us caught in the sun’s light and billowed like plumes of effervescent smoke as the magenta and amber mesas rolled past us like watchful sentinels.
We stopped at the end of the rocky path and tumbled from our vehicles; as the six o’clock hour drew even nearer, we took our colored orbs and began to write our messages, some of them short, and others a bit longer…each of us clutching the ends of the strings.
As we released the smooth threads, the balloons, which had been struggling to be set free, raced toward the azure skies above. We stood and watched them as they climbed higher and higher, our smallest watchers convinced that they were all racing to reach Heaven first.
It wasn’t long before our rainbow of messages arose amongst the scattered billows and cerulean sky while we – still anchored to the earth – watched until they disappeared.
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