This thing is my touchstone. Every year since I was ten, I’ve glanced down the road at the balloon for a brief moment. Every year it’s still there. I wonder if it’s anchored there. Sometimes I imagine that the people in the basket are stuck and waiting for someone to rescue them.
There used to be a farmhouse somewhere out there. They’d ask me to look at that too. They stopped showing me the farmhouse about three years ago. I understand it was struck by an EF-5 tornado. Sad really.
And for those of you who don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, congratulations! You have perfect vision and have never been for an eye exam. And I hate you. Not really but you get the point.
St. Lucy. Pray for us!
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