I drove by some silver and black balloons on the highway today. They were tangled up in the brush and looked so depressing and trashy still inflated. I love driving. I imagined they had blown away from some turning 50 over the hill party when during the happy birthday announcement the victim had a stroke or a heart attack. The person holding the balloons would panic, I'm sure, and let them go. I don't know why I think like this. Maybe its the cloudy end of winter thats got me down. I'd hate to think that someone would have tied them to their car though. And then gotten on the highway? How stupid.