I am back on top now. My blood pressure is under control, having finally leveled off due to the newest medication the doctor put me on. I still have pain and symptoms to worry about, but I feel far better now than yesterday.
My balloon is now rising again. New ideas. New hopes for the future.
But how do you tell a story like that?
How do you describe the balloon going up? How do you mimic the lift of firing up the burner to heat the air and truly rise? How do you explain that the girl in the white bikini looks like she is only wearing underwear? And she isn’t even your girlfriend, and you will never ever kiss her. But you are happy to have her there? And it’s a good thing?
You give it time. The words will come. Not just the right words.
The perfect words.
Catch a Falling Star 