The Pink Balloon

I wish I had taken a picture of it but I didn’t. This is exactly what it looked like though.

This week, one early evening, I was relaxing on my couch watching a trivia game show. I love trivia! I always learn something new.

Anyway, my balcony is to the left of me, the blinds are open, the light is good. Out of the corner of my eye, movement grabs my attention.

From the floor level of the courtyard a pink heart balloon is released. It floats past my balcony up to the sky.

But I hear nothing. There’s no laughter or even the cry of a young child who maybe has lost their pretty pink balloon. There’s no “Oops or Uh oh!”

I hear no voice.

I hear no movement.

Unless you live on the courtyard level in order to get inside the courtyard you have to open the sliding door from the inner hallway. I heard nothing. The tenants under me weren’t home. The balloon wasn’t released from in the middle of the courtyard, it was released near the hallway door entrance, which is right in front of my balcony.

It rose quickly.

I sat there in awe. I kept looking at my balcony wishing that it would come back. I thought about getting up but I seemed frozen by the sheer randomness of it. And by its answer.

Because even though I was watching television I was in a melancholic mood. Not really sad.

Just.

Here.

Thinking about my upcoming birthday and desperately wanting to find a way to celebrate God and these miracles that I walk in daily. Wondering about the beauty of my life and if it is really there.

Then this balloon floats past my balcony.

Then this pretty, pink heart floats past me.

It was a lovely moment!

I have my thoughts on who this angel may be. A neighbor, our friendship a bit strained, perhaps she found out, somehow, of my diagnosis and putting all grievances aside, with a caring heart, she quietly sauntered into the courtyard unseen, and from under my balcony released the pink heart balloon so it would float up past my glass door. A beautiful thought.

If not, to the kind soul who might have been trying to simply get rid of a balloon, I thank you.

It meant something special to me.