I close my eyes and travel to a place I’ve seen many times before. There’s a vast expanse of green. In the field is a multi-colored hot air balloon. Sitting next to the ballon’s basket are two sand bags. The field is entirely empty. There are trees in the distance.
I stand there in a green dress. It flutters in the wind.
I want to step into the balloon’s basket, but I’m scared.
The wind gets stronger. I look up at the sky. The clouds turn a shade of dark gray and move toward the center of the field. I feel my chest tighten. I step one foot into the ballon’s basket followed by the second foot. My dress gets caught on something. I feel a drop of rain, and I panic. I pull at my dress and it doesn’t budge. It begins to rain. It’s a gentle rain, but know I don’t know have much time.
I tug hard at my dress and it rips, but I’m free.
I get into the basket. I bend down and remove one sand bag, followed by another sand bag. The balloon releases; it rises up. I’m floating upward. I can feel the mist on my face. It’s cool and refreshing. My dress is wet.
I am flying.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I’ll get there.