Balloon...balloon

Today, on my way to work, the snow and wind made the 60 degree day of earlier in the week a distant memory. After struggling up the avenue, a woman's umbrella dome ripped from the umbrella rod. It flew into the air, flipping over itself, flying 15 feet into the air. The woman was concerned that it would come crashing down onto my head (causing a horrid umbrella injury, I'm sure). I was not concerned...I was enthralled. I had the overwhelming desire to point and say, "Balloon, balloon."