Each Independence Day, before decent people are even awake…
We make our way to the Provo Balloon Festival. It goes like this…
First we wander around until we find just the right spot.
Then we sit back and enjoy the beautiful show.
Aside from the fact that being surrounded by all this lovely stuff is an incredible experience–aside from that–I’m not completely sure why we do all this.
It really could be this.
Could be this…
It could be this.
In the end…I think…
I hope…
that it is always…
simply…
…this.