The coffee maker was set for 5am, balloons were set to go off at 5:30am. I really wanted to see them this year. For the last bunch of years it has sounded like a great idea until 5am when sleep seemed more appealing.
This morning, at the same time as the coffee alarm, Kovu burst into meow outside our bedroom window. Sleep is never a better idea than letting in my soulmate kitty. Besides, he's persistent and so was I in getting my husband out of bed.
Initially, as we approach the long line of cars parked on the side of the road at 6am, I'm amazed at how many people are up and about this early. But at first glimmer of vivid color, my amazement turns toward how many years I have rolled over at the sound of the coffee maker. "Thank you, Kov, for the extra kick!"
I'm not sure what it is, or if anyone else can relate, but stuff like this brings me to tears.
Maybe my senses become overwhelmed with majesty:
- 15 vibrantly colored balloons, gradually inflating till they can stand on their own.
- Then taking flight in the still morning air, one by one after being introduced to the crowd.
- Chase crews in the ready.
- Music playing in the background.
- The smell of pancakes and real maple syrup.
- A people gathered for the awe and wonder of it all.
How often have you been in a crowd where pretty much everyone is looking up?
I hope you are able to capture a glimmer of this majesty.
Next time you are tempted to roll over, you might think of me and Kovu and get up up and away instead.
And maybe you'll even allow yourself to be touched so deeply that you'll shed a tear or two.
Let me know.
with love,
Trish
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