What some people call serendipity is sometimes just having your eyes open.
— Jose Manuel Barroso
As I drove down County Road 250 this morning on my way to the grocery store, I was happily drinking in the color of the golden and yellow trees that lined the road.
Then I rounded a curve and saw the balloons.
First one big red balloon, then a blue, then a yellow one. Then a whole sky full.
It put a smile on the face of my already beautiful and crisp Saturday morning. I pulled to the side of the road, along with other drivers lucky enough to be on this particular road at this particular time. We watched while the balloons rose higher and higher and drifted south toward town.
That what I love about Durango . . . the serendipitous sights.
Like driving home one afternoon and seeing a herd of elk grazing in one of the fields that line the road on which I live.
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