Red Balloon

The other day, we made friends with a red balloon. His name was Loon. We watched him cross a road and back again and slowly inch his way down the road. Cars swerved to miss him, little Loon had no road sense.

It was mesmerising to watch that little red balloon. We wanted him to be okay, you know...to make it - but part wanted to see him pop under the tread of a car. It was like if you turned away you would miss it.

The closest he came to demise, was when the trolley man ran over him in his big bad ute. The only car not to swerve. But the balloon survived.

Bless you little Loon. You stole our hearts.