The sheer pleasure I get from walking around with a handful of balloons for no reason, it’s one of the best feelings ever.
You walking around, crossing streets, dodging trees, trying to act normal, like you don’t have a dozen big-ass balloons floating behind you.
It’s one of my favorite things to do.
But nothing tops watching the look of absolute surprise turn to joy on an adults face, when you hand them those balloons.
So while the weather is still playing nice, I put my leather jacket on and I’m off to buy balloons. 12 big colorful ones, so there’s no chance they’ll be missed, even when it starts snowing again tonight.