There was a hot air
balloon floating over the amber clouds as the sun set, and I almost drove off
the road.
I was struck, gazing
wide eyed through my windshield and almost breathless.
I had seen (dramatic
drum roll please) ... my future.
My (yet to be lived)
life was passing before my eyes, I could see it all: the far flung exotic
cities, endless horizons and sensational sunrises that I would drift on
through.
Up in my little basket,
there would be all the time in the world for completing my bucket (or perhaps basket?)
list. I would finally get around to reading War
and Peace. However, this might make the whole staying up-in-the-air bit kind
of difficult and I hear that this is somewhat crucial to hot air ballooning.
I could become extremely
philosophical, left only with my own thoughts, Tolstoy, skies and stars. I
would write observations from my lofty perspective in obscure verses, not
caring if anyone ever read them.
I would take photographs
of the people running around like busy ants below me, stressing in their little
beetle bug cars as they speed their way to their next destination. I would
enjoy circling houses, offices, and cities within my hands just so I could feel
powerful.
Ah...what a life it
would be.
I have my answer ready
now, for when people inevitably ask what I'll do after I graduate, or its
slightly more judgemental alternative "what are you qualified for
again?"
I will tell them that I
am going to spend my life as a hot air balloon enthusiast.
My fall back plan is to
buy a houseboat.
I'm hoping this will be sufficient
to end the questioning.
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