Remember the red balloon I saw in the middle of the road? Later on in the afternoon I spotted it again, this time tangled in the branches of one of the oak trees on my street. If you look closely you can see it in the center of the pic.
When I opened up the curtains this morning, the first thing I saw was this red balloon in the middle of the road. It looked so striking in the rain (I actually walked outside in my pajamas to take this pic).
Chances are the kids who live on my street probably just left it there, but the former English major in me wonders if there’s something symbolic about the situation.