balloons in the dumpster, what an odd thing to see. a swollen archway of green, orange and white balloons, tethered tightly together are stuffed in a dumpster down by the lake. i imagined that they had marked a finish line, or a welcome station; a festival or celebration of some sort. something colorful and joyous and playful. lots of planning went into whatever it was, there must have been tents and folding tables and people with specially made t-shirts wandering around shaking hands and passing out flyers. people trying to prove a point, make a difference, and do it in a way that showcased their friendships and passion. hot dogs sizzled and a there was popcorn being passed in little white bags. kids were getting their faces painted and you could not count the lawn chairs.
and after they had raised as much money as they could, or celebrated the cause in a manner fitting the intent, the tables were folded up, the tents came down, and the balloons went in the dumpster.
the image struck me, balloons in the dumpster. a remnant of fun, or of hope, or of celebration, winds up in the trash.
is it sad? or delightful?
haven't decided.
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