Daily Hot Air Balloons

Every day, just across from the local farm stand where I had been working for the summer, I would see a hot air balloon rise up, usually through the morning mist and disappear through the dense fog into the sky above me. Every one else had become so used to this sight, after seeing it for a number of years, but it stopped me every time. I would inevitably put work on hold, just for a few seconds, to marvel at this giant balloon that lifted through the air, with people in a basket in tow. 
Several days after work, I would drive over to the little 'airport' either to go for a short run, walk my dog, or to simply just sit in the grass in the big flat field and watch this circular orb fill with hot, fiery air. So silently, so subtly, it would lift off the ground.
I would sit in awe as this balloon would elegantly float right over head, and I would wave to the people above me. I sounded like a kid as I yelled "I work just across the road; I see you go up everyday, it's amazing!!" They must have laughed with amusement at my excitement, but that's fine with me.