Big Yellow Flower In The Sky

They come in lots of colors and patterns. Sometimes they float low and periodically roar and spit flame like dragons. Between the noisy outbursts comes an eerie silence, punctuated by occasional laughter.  Other times they float so high you never know they are there unless you happen to look up. They look so small it's hard to imagine that they are the size of 7-story apartment buildings.

This yellow flower was high over the lake early in the morning

This balloon reminds me of a favorite Robert Louis Stevenson poem I learned as a child. If Stevenson had seen such balloons he might have written about them the way he wrote about swings...

How do you like to go up in a swing,
      Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
      Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
      Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
      Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
      Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
      Up in the air and down!