Euphoria and a Gas Balloon

There is a hope.
There is a begining.
There is a ray of light, in the the absolute darkness.
There is a life.

After all.

As the car stopped at a red light, she looked outside the window to see a blue gas balloon slowly float up to the dark sky. For a moment, it was her and the ballon. No noise. No euphoria. No music. No talking.
Just her, the ballon, and a feeling to finally, finally, coming home. Of being satisfied. Of being at peace.
As the light turned green, and the balloon faded from her sight, she was pulled back into the noise, the happiness, the din of a bunch of friends chattering away to glory. She dived back in, head-along. After all, she had the last 3 months of being quiet to make up for.

Until next time...