On Friday morning I was woken by the sound of ferocious flames and shouting. No, my building was not on fire. The regular hot air balloons that drift over Melbourne at dawn were flying even closer than usual. One seemed to be in real trouble. The pilot was using his burner a lot and the balloon would not rise. I don’t think they’re meant to get this close. It’s a good thing I remembered to put some shorts on before grabbing my camera and stumbling out onto my balcony, as my neighbours were also out watching the balloon.

balloon up! up! up!

up! up! up!

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