Sometimes you simply see things in life that take your breath away, make you feel wonder and bring you a sense of undeniable and, often, unexplainable joy.
This Sunday, it was these hot-air balloons.
We noticed them just as they were starting to float over the tops of the houses behind our apartment building. One after the other, they rose into the sky, making intermittent roaring sounds over our city as they released their flames and powered their flight. At times we counted eight or nine drifting through the bright blue sky. They seemed to pop against the blue and it was the sweetest relief after weeks and weeks (and weeks) of nothing but gray.
I watched these balloons for a half hour or so, wide-eyed and wondrous like a little girl and then happily went on with my day feeling like I had witnessed one of life's mini miracles.