Balloon glow therapy
After enduring overpriced parking, a shoulder-to-shoulder shuttlebus ride, and a grumpifying slog through the security line, I vowed to never again attend the Eyes to the Skies Festival. But then, at dusk, they illuminated a dozen hot air balloons all at once, and my frustration faded away. The event also inspired a highly cerebral text exchange between my wife and me when we got separated.
