Earlier this afternoon, I stood in the laundromat shoveling sheets into an industrial sized dryer. The clock on the wall let me know that I had another hour before picking up the foster kiddo from school.
So many things were racing through my mind as I checked and re-checked my mental to-do list. Seemingly from out of nowhere, this balloon descended right in front of me. It bounced around for a few minutes and then floated away as though its message was not the divine intervention that I had been seeking all along.