Tuesday evening, Stella and I were eating supper in the sunroom that is our dining area. All of a sudden, she gasped, "Look, LOOK, L-O-O-K," too excited to enunciate the reason. A hot-air balloon was swooping down over Spring Run Building I, just missing the large tree and acting like it might land in the lake.

Precious moments were lost due to my own astonishment, finding the nearest camera, opening it, then going to a window without a screen. By then, the balloon had regained altitude and was over the Cultural Center on its way back into space. That's my hand and the camera reflected in the glass.

We enjoyed many balloons where we lived in New Jersey, and one once landed in our front yard. It seems that we will be similarly entertained now that we are at Willow Valley.