Sitting in bed one Sunday morning I heard what sounded like wind sighing loudly in the trees.
I looked high into the woods, not a leaf was stirring.
I continued with my papers and tea.
The noise came again, once more I checked the movement of the highest branches…
Stillness.
“Did you hear that?” I asked Hubs.
“What?” he asked.
“That sound. Like a wind thundering down a tunnel, only there’s no wind.”
He listened, it came again and he got up to look outside the window,
“It’s a balloon,” he said.
“No!”
I hastily put down my mug and jumped up and into my jeans and jacket and headed for the car.
“You coming?” I called back over my shoulder.
“Are you walking?” he asked.
“Nope!”
We followed it down the lane, clicking pictures and finally watched it make a very graceful descent into the field opposite the horse farm.
Was it planned or accidental?
Either way there were people to meet it in a truck with a trailer.
I texted our neighbor,
“Impressive hot air balloon descent into your field this morning!”
“Really? I missed it!” she texted back.
“I was wondering if perhaps that was the two of you doing the ultimate in social distancing!?”
Three tear induced laughter emoji’s were her response.