Once a year I'm fortunate to go to Utah - getting away from the hustle and bustle of NYC is worth the drive up from Las Vegas.
On one of my hikes I heard a strange sound on an otherwise quiet early morning. The only noises I normally heard on my walks were my labored breathing and birds (yes, in the dessert!) so I had to climb to the top of a hill and see what it was.
I looked down in the valley of Snow Canyon State Park just as the hot-air balloon was taking off.
How I wished I was on top of the world in that basket, but watching the effortless flight across the clear skies and red rocks was food enough for the soul.