Andrea Agostini – Ft. Lauderdale, FL

I was in the water. I looked up and saw four red balloons, two white, floating away. someone had just let them go. I watched as they drifted, staying proximal for a while. Their size shrank and my eyes did not let go. They kept going beyond my thinking they could. Aging, perhaps. These balloons found me as my intonation was lost. I dove into the waves and could no longer see. This reminds me of our nature of passing. Moments and understanding are ever shifting until you can no longer recognize that they are crashing onto you. Do I grieve now that I see the truth of my world? Or should I have realized the moment of release? I need to drink more water.