Happily Engaged
High on the moor a rogue balloon came bouncing towards Joss and I. Having travelled who knows how far. It nested briefly in the heather then skittered a few yards further. Over and over again. Trailing a purple ribbon and memories I could only guess at.
We followed it. Snapping pictures as it twisted and skipped. Accepting its invitation. It was so darn happy. The perfect carrier for the message it bore. The perfect find on a glorious autumn day.
We gambolled through the heather. The balloon and Joss and I. Until I lifted the purple streamer high and let the balloon fly. The sunshine spinning from its many hearts.
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