Yesterday when I was feeling poorly but making myself take the shortest hike ever, a shiny balloon flew in front of me.
It reminded me of when I was walking in a garden in Virginia, thinking about moving to California, and I saw a heart-shaped one floating upwards.
The universe has some whimsy.
Both times they made me think of the last stanza of this poem:
https://poetrying.wordpress.com/2010/04/10/babies-alice-fulton/
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