Another Side to My Morning

Still shuffling about my morning, disheveled, glasses on, wanting my cereal and cringing at the sun suddenly streaming into my window, I went over to fiddle with the curtains.

When I heard a very loud WOOSH.

And when I looked up, this is what I saw moving quietly across the sky. I grabbed my camera and pushed open the sliding door and stood amazed. It felt so close I could have quietly said “good morning” and I am quite sure the two people inside that basket would have heard me. But I don’t really do mornings very well so all I did was snap this picture, watch it move by and go back inside.

I probably should have said “good morning”. That’s what you do when a hot air balloon passes over your backyard, isn’t it?

Peaceful, beautiful and just another side to my morning. So to speak.