Weird love

My love for hot air balloons has something to do with a childrens´ book my Mum read to me when I was little – can´t remember it, but well the love I developed for the balloons. I imagined how they sounded as they lifted towards the sky – ropes creaking a bit, a loud hissing and puffing from the air-filled balloon above my head, the absolute absence of obstacles as it glided upwards, upwards.

Sail away with me




About thejojonetwork

The feeling you get when something touches you genuinely. A movie, a picture, a place or a song. I will sort through the dayly buzz and try to find the glimpses of gold that lights a spark in me. All the fantastic things that you sometimes take for granted. Take a look around and lit the spark.

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