There are balloons floating through our skies everyday. Yet, we hardly ever see them. Sometimes we must look for them. Sometimes others point them out to us. Sometimes we must wait. And sometimes they float into our world on their own. It is something small, but something small is all that a smile requires. We should be happy to find the balloon in our day, and maybe... two balloons will pass. That would be a very good day. I think this boy and dog are about to have a very lucky day.


Comments
I hope so, too!
I like the wide strokes of the comic. And the colors.
Posted by: Anna | July 17, 2006 03:49 AM