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Purgatory - Sunday, Feb. 10, 2019
Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2008 @ 8:05 am
It was a cool day, maybe in the spring. We had helium balloons. Karen and I in the front yard, the grass lush.
She tied the balloon to my toy. No, that's possibly incorrect. I might have tied the ribbon.
She let it go. That I know. Yes, it was her.
The sky was clear blue, and the balloon ascended. I watched it, helpless, shocked that for the first time gravity wasn't working properly. Floating higher, above the trees, into the windy atmosphere.
The year was 1988; I was crying. Oh, the loss. Oh, my heart.
The balloon became so small in the sky as it moved off over the canyon, into the Properties. I watched it for a long while through the leafless branches of the dogwood. The sickening feeling in my stomach, my well-loved toy had left me.
I realized then, how the world has three dimensions, the third of which we rarely think about, except for that moment during take-off when the horizon changes, and the city spreads out below.