A Balloon Poem from a passenger

One Sunday morning 16 bleary eyed passengers gather to join aeronauts for an experience.A 4 wheeled beast drives off into the darkness in search of a beginning.Destination found and the activity starts, cold under foot, gentle chatter, nervous movement, crew direct us.Bust of noise, a puff of wind, dragons breath, and bright colours appear.All aboard, a rage of fire, we levitate and the world looks smaller.Way up high, it is so silent, gravity seems to be defiant.Mind wanders of greater things, Oh to be a bird is the way, lets not deny it!Time rushes by, the world gets big, reality creeps in, and we are at an end.Thanks John and crew for a lifetime memory.” Brett Walker

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