Fly by night
It happens again.
The phone rings and Sir Pe, who is out for an evening walk with the dog, tells me to hurry outside with my camera.
The sky is full of gorgeous balloons in the late setting sun.
I throw a cardigan on over my nightie. It is 10.30 pm and I was on my way up to bed.
I charge outside.
Fingers fumbling, framing the perfect picture.
Click. Nothing happens.
I remember that I have left my battery on charge, so I dash home. Get the battery.
Run outside to see most of the balloons disappearing over the horizon.
I’ve missed a lot of good shots.
I pause. Panting.
And drink in the wonder of flight without feathers.
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