I was on the path on my way to town. Just turned the corner and saw something orange bouncing along – a balloon. The local gardens were empty, there was no-one to be seen or heard. It was just an orange balloon that came from nowhere and seemed to be going nowhere. I decided to take a photo. As if it knew it would be photographed it stopped in its path and then bounced along afterwards. It had been painted and I was sure that it must have escaped from a birthday party somewhere. Just a glimpse of a celebration that was over. I have not seen the balloon since.