A balloon. Its thread tangled to a Rose Plant. It struggles with the wind. Comes close to being pricked, but rises again every time. Wants to break free. But is tied down by its thread that won’t let go.

A sudden gush of wind flows. It dangles with it. Didn’t know it could dance so well. It begins to. Rocks so much that the thread finds the thorn, and it breaks away free.

It is headed for the skies now.

I have never seen a balloon so happy.