Blues and reds with yellows now and then popping out. Nothing but the sound of wind constantly around me. So much distance from the blurry ground, everything has become so strange looking. The passing wind sounds the same as it did when I was a child swinging on those long chain swings at the local park. That rush against your ears with every swing, harder and harder you push your legs until you feel that scary feeling of weightlessness when the chains become loose in your hands. That split second that you would wish could last forever without the fear of falling , till gravity grabs you and whips you back the other way.
I guide myself through the clouds in total silence except the sound of my heart thumping in my chest along with the wind. Passing through the tops of clouds like something soft but not there. I was afraid to go this high but I couldn't resist. The same feeling you get standing on the very edge of a high cliff, right to the edge as close as possible. That fifty/fifty chance of, what if?
My reward? I've found them...I remember being at the amusement park watching one of them slowly rise into the sky. How it would just go highter and higher. How small it would become till only a dot. A dot that you could find again and again once you took your eyes from it, till finally it was gone and you walked on. Still trying to turn to look one last time as you were being drug by your arm to the next destination on your parents vacation itinerary..
Here they are... Now 20 years later, I find them by chance. How could it be? Millions and millions bunched together with their strings still dangling below them. Blues and reds with yellows now and then popping out. I don't think I will leave this place, have I become one of them?
