You don’t notice the wind as the hot air balloon floats over the landscape. You notice the tiny corrections you have to make to keep the wicker basket balanced and you notice a slight cooling of the air as the ground falls away beneath you, but otherwise it is as if the world has gone still. You look down on rolling green hills and the small winding veins of rivers. Then you look north where grand mountains await, anticipating your arrival. (Description by Nora Williams)

Score Length: 4 pages