Sunday, May 8, 2011

messages

[May 6 11]

The balloons, though, seemed to travel at regularly spaced intervals, and as I looked up and began to watch them, I realized there was a pattern at play. Red red red blue red blue red red blue blue blue red yellow blue blue red blue red red blue blue blue yellow, a pattern that continued in a similar vein so that I scrambled for a pencil and the back of the electric bill and began to take note of the repeat, until I was satisfied that it was in fact a repeating message of some type, at which point the phone rang and I became caught in the business of the day, and forgot about the balloons and their message.