have you ever seen a balloon filled with helium escape from the hands of a child and fly up merrily into the wide open blue sky? i have, and i've always wondered where they would go and where would they end up. will they suddenly pop mid-way in their journey towards the sun or will they land in the hands of another naive child, who wishes for a balloon at the right time and thinks that the sky has granted her wish? of course science tells you otherwise.
i've always imagined the latter but realised at the same time, the balloon would have diminished and when it lands in the child's tiny hands, it would be nothing but mere rubber --- deflated.. how sad...
i also feel a a pang of loss for the child who has lost her balloon to the sky. she must have been euphoric upon receiving the frail string which held the bright red lollipop-looking balloon. or be it orange, or blue, or whatever for that matter. imagine her pain of losing grip of the string and her regret of not holding on more tightly. she probably grips her fist and starts to wail, or sits down quietly with a remorseful face and tilts her head, following the trail of the lone red lollipop, until she can't see it any longer.
