#ThrowbackThursday Loft Balloon

Oh it’s the depths of dark and less than a week before we get an extra minute every day. I ran across this little piece and it gave me a little glimpse of summer. First published on the web in 2012. 

 

I remember twirling round and round and falling to the ground, eyes closed for a few seconds to continue the sensation of spinning so I could imagine I was actually flying through the air. My favorite time to do this was night because I wanted to open my eyes and be amongst the stars. It was always greatly disappointing to be bound by stubborn gravity. My next attempt at flying was the whole mind over matter thing. I must have read about Yogi’s levitating or some such thing because I spent time willing myself to levitate just a little above the ground. Flying would have been great but I would have been satisfied with hovering a bit over the ground but that even proved more than my brain could muster. Just for the lark of it, I gave it another try yesterday afternoon, closing my eyes and freeing my mind hoping I would feel the weight of the earth drop away from me as I floated up and away from the yard and into the sky so I could grab the balloon and bring it back to earth with me when I was tired of flying. A souvenir of my adventure.
I imagine the visage of a flying middle-aged woman clad only in a bathing suit wouldn’t have been as charming a picture as an eight year old on the back of a canister vacuum. Lucky thing I stayed on the ground.seconds to continue the sensation of spinning so I could imagine I was actually flying through the air. My favorite time to do this was night because I wanted to open my eyes and be amongst the stars. It was always greatly disappointing to be bound by stubborn gravity. My next attempt at flying was the whole mind over matter thing. I must have read about Yogi’s levitating or some such thing because I spent time willing myself to levitate just a little above the ground. Flying would have been great but I would have been satisfied with hovering a bit over the ground but that even proved more than my brain could muster. Just for the lark of it, I gave it another try yesterday afternoon, closing my eyes and freeing my mind hoping I would feel the weight of the earth drop away from me as I floated up and away from the yard and into the sky so I could grab the balloon and bring it back to earth with me when I was tired of flying. A souvenir of my adventure.

I imagine the visage of a flying middle-aged woman clad only in a bathing suit wouldn’t have been as charming a picture as an eight year old on the back of a canister vacuum. Lucky thing I stayed on the ground.

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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4 Responses to #ThrowbackThursday Loft Balloon

  1. Betty says:

    Wasn’t that the most fun thing to do? I still love getting dizzy but I hope I don’t fall and hurt myself.

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  2. I always wanted and still want to fly like a bird. I thought I would learn to fly airplanes but that never happened. I think maybe I will try skydiving, what do you think?

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