Rag Bag

Today, we attended a balloon festival with our youngest. She's a full grown woman who is still blest with the sense of wonder she had as a child. It is such a thrill to be around her when she's discovering something; everything about her just shines.
We went inside this old balloon and were allowed to walk around inside. The movement of the sides and overhead cloth tends to play tricks with your depth perception and you constantly expect the floor to move, which, of course, it never does. An altogether entertaining disorientation.