Kelly

Melbourne Launched

Melbourne balloon launched...... Done
Even with cloud, this day was perfect. No rain, no much wind, the few wind came from the south, so pushed the balloon to the land, exactly what I wanted.
Let see now, who my balloons are going to meet !

Mary

Few days after the balloon launched, i finally got a respons. Even if the wind pushed the balloons to the ocean or the north (forest), someone has finally found a balloon and sent me a mail to relate me her best memory. Don't need to say that even with a lot of fails, i'm more than happy to got a respons !!

Name : Mary

Profession : Mother, writer, fitness instructor and substitute english teacher

Best day in her life :

"My best day…

The breeze was warm, tossing our hair and sweeping away lingering concerns about whether we had enough work that year and could we, should we even take this vacation.  That breeze, and the lolling, inhale – exhale, pushing-pulling of waves scattered daily irritations of what to make for dinner and will you please, please, please practice violin?  Clean your room?

Hapuna Beach, Hawaii. Olivia and I floated beyond the froth in the gentle cadence of deeper water; up to her little shoulders and above my belly. She squeezed my hand and we were buoyed by deep waves. We held each other close, feeling giddy because that water was a color of blue or green that cannot be described.  A sea turtle swam nearby, nearly touching Olivia. 

Casey and Henry, large and smaller versions of each other, were poised before the breaking surf, waiting for the right curve, the perfect wall of water that promised a forceful, steady ride. Henry’s brow lowered with determination, his eyes bright and his skin already the color of cinnamon. Our dear friends were on the beach, spreading out towels, putting on sunscreen, their two daughters laughing and digging in sand. 

Olivia and I joined Casey and Henry, leaping into waves, our bodies propelled and pummeled. The thrill of it gathered in our throats as we were tossed like driftwood onto the sand.  Our bathing suits filled and gritty. Our hair hung in salty ropes. Our mouths tasted brine. We turned around again, dolphin-dove back to the sweet spot, rode again and again.  The four of us were squealing, smiling, breathing deeply of that sea air.  Friends nearby.  Best. Day. Ever."



mail from the wind