Our peaceful slumber was rudely awakened by the loud whirring of the helicopter blades looming near our apartment this morning. When the sound got louder the next 10 minutes, I grudgingly got out of the toasty-warm bed, slipped on my Kahunas, and braced the crisp chill at the balcony to find out what was going on.
Apparently there was a chopper a block away lifting a piece of machinery out of the building (yeah, on an early Sunday morning. Tsk tsk tsk). But that was not the most surprising sight which greet me in a very long time. I looked up to the sky, and through my blurry, sleepy vision, I thought I saw five blobs in the sky. With the great sound of the chopper, my first thought was "Is this a war zone?!"
Rubbing my eyes a little more, my vision cleared. And what I saw just blew me away. For what was floating right above me, were four colourful hot-air balloons.
I had no idea what a hot-air balloon was flying over our roof, let alone five. But the vision alone was breathtaking.
What a delight it was to start the beautiful Sunday morning. And it continued to be a good one.