The balloon was a mile wide. Untethered it lifted its cargo of one thousand above the morning mist. Against the horizon its mackerel skin crossed the face of the rising sun scattering the red rays like fireworks. We were in awe. The sun was not impressed. She whitened with anger. The heat seared the mountains the oceans, the deserts, the forest and the horizon. It struck the silver fabric like a storm, boiling the air inside. The one thousand were lifted above the head of the sun and flung into space. The sun smiled red and we were in awe.