On New Years Morning
on the first day of a brand spanking new year of which I was excited to see in the night before
I found these balloons tied into a bunch and resting on the side of the road.
It looks like someone had written all of the negative ideas, thought and images from their head onto these brightly colored balloons and then let them go to
where I found them, waiting for me on the side of the road like roaches surprised when you flip a light on unexpectedly.
I could see that every stroke of the pen had left something dark, something depressing that someone wanted to let go of and they did during their wonderful night of festivities and in the end all of their emotional vomit ended up at my feet scrawled in black sharpie on cheerful pastel colored balloons the next morning.
But then my dog, Hamish jumped on one and then the other and started to pop them, one by one.
I made him stop because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting a mouthful of balloon and he looked up at me with impatience and dare I say concern?
My dog did not stop until each of those little brightly colored vicious monsters from inside of someone’s head that had been turned loose on an expecting world that New Years Eve because they wanted to be rid of them were destroyed and when Hamish was done we put them in the recycle bin where they would not spoil
anyone else’s walk on a bright beautiful morning
of a brand spanking New Year.
You’re Welcome Universe.
You owe my dog.
You owe him big.
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