Its not like you’ll call ahead for tea and scones. Arrival time, even arrival place is unpredictable at best. But the feel viewing the earth, leaning on the basket’s rim, like a silent movie, floating the sky. A diminutive feeling, hanging from an enormous fabric balloon filled with helium. A Zen-like mood soon kicks in; watch the rolling hills, view snow in the mountains far away… your shadow skimming the hilltops, life down there stops to watch you glide.