As the gentle currents of wind took our hot air balloon slowly over the estuary, I could see the pocket of life teeming below while fishermen and traders argued over their goods. They were so distant that I could barely see them, mere grains of sand scattered along the shoreline.

Having spent my life in the chaos below, I was desperate for a reprieve, anything but the smell of fish and the never ending din. The sky was quiet, no one to oppose the peaceful tranquility of the vast heavens above.

My eyes followed the river north into the land beyond, the water cutting a decisive line between territories. The mountains in the distance seemed to sing of adventure, daring me to try and conquer them. Someday I would take on their challenge, but not today. Today, the hungry cries of my sister call me back to the ground below, begging me to bring home a little bread and meat for dinner.

As we descended back into reality, I'm reminded that this life isn't so bad when you have someone to come home for.