hot air balloon

I realized that by stepping back a few feet (or a few hundred feet) it is much easier to see the beauty in the world, in the patterns of the trees, in statue-esque cattle arranged like chess pieces, in the geometric patterns of concrete roads and steel train tracks. Patrick and I, the writers of the big blanket and best of friends, were carried into the air at sunrise by an eighty foot tall balloon filled with hot air attached to a basket (I laughed out loud as we left the ground for how simple the whole contraption is). Here are photos: