While enjoying a glass of wine last Friday night on the balcony, I looked over and saw a family of balloons caught in the electrical wire. They bounced about feverishly, seemingly trying to make their great escape from the utility lines. Each tussle of wind shifted the entire group and the exuberant colors against the dusk backdrop kept me mesmerized for a few minutes. After darting up and down and twirling around in panic, the balloons broke free and flew off into the night. Scathed I'm sure, but on their way.
May I project such tenacity and cheeriness when I find myself tied down and struggling to break free. The balloons were cute clamoring around the wire, but they were simply radiant soaring untethered into the sky.