my favorite photo: a magical morning

there was this morning, once. when i found myself in new mexico at six a.m. on a frigid saturday in october. and as the darkness rose off the frozen ground, hundreds of hot air balloons ascended with it. and though shivering and sleep deprived, for a second i too felt weightless. today i'm posting about the most magical morning of my life, and my favorite photo, at anonymous was a woman.

it may be a typical wednesday, and i may be knee deep in paperwork, deadlines and bills, but i was free, once. and cool and young and spontaneous enough to hop on a plane to albuquerque. and on days like today, it's that reminder that carries me through the hours.