Mundane, sitting in traffic, again and again and again, day after day after day, the same route, again and again and again, work, work, work, again and again and again, you get the picture, and so I'm sitting there, Monday morning, in a long line of cars at the stop sign, when from behind the trees rose a hot-air balloon, and it moved toward me, the balloon a patchwork of colored squares, and it seemed so majestic and peaceful...I loved that balloon.
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