Balloons and Bunnies

Father's Day 2005

At the park. Father and son. A clear, cool evening. Light clouds, and a clear moon, 2/3rds full against the still blue evening sky.

In the field, near the playground, not ten feet from us, a baby bunny rabbit hops through the grass. In the sky, not a mile away, seen low through the trees, a hot air balloon - yellow, red, blue, purple, picture perfect. Close enough to hear the clear sound of the roaring flame as the pilot adds warm air for lift. As the evening moves on, more bunnies come out. Four in different spots across the lawn near the playground. And a second beautiful balloon.

This is not a rare sight. Bunnies and balloons. One can see them most evenings. I consider them symbols of peace and tranquility. Of calmness. Of blessing. Of happy times. Like a father and son laughing at the playground.

This is my home. The playground just up the hill.