Jason's Balloon
Jason sat atop his balloon as it drifted aimlessly across the sky. He simpered at the setting sun, her dying light gave way colors from the previous periwinkle to deep maroon, scarlet, and indigo. The others stars twinkled ever so faintly in the background and the moon rose above her sister. All adrift in the increasing darkness, the young boy could look down upon the villages below in absolute wonder. He believed that try as he might, his voice would be lost should he use it to call out. Instead, he took it upon himself to relax and sink back into the balloon. His eye as heavy as sandbags, he let go; soon to be dreaming like the other boys below.
Amicum meum ad sidera. To the stars and back.