Looking up

I was out for a walk a few days ago, listening to one of my audiobooks (Bill Bryson's A Walk In The Woods, which I am -so- enjoying), when some impulse prompted me to look up and I saw about forty white balloons high in the sky, floating away.

I thought briefly about grabbing my iPhone to snap a photo but the balloons were moving too quickly, so I just stood and watched. I wondered where they had come from, and whether they had escaped by accident or by design. In only a few seconds, they were just bits of white against the blue, as if someone had tossed a handful of froth up into the sky.

When I couldn't see the balloons anymore, I started walking again, thinking how easy it would have been to miss seeing those balloons if I hadn't looked up. They were just a few moments in an insanely busy day, but they were the kind of moments I will keep with me.

I really need to look up more often when I walk.