serendipity

the faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident

Hunters in orange vests were out by the railroad trestle. Startled, we heard a loud gunshot and quickly headed in a safer direction. After passing the swamps, and crossing a wide meadow, I saw a person in a big blue down parka and hood standing stock still in the middle of the field, alone, near the stone wall. Curious, a person just standing. In blue, which cheered me up, because it wasn't orange and I knew we were well away from hunters. The dogs and I kept walking toward the quiet person in the blue jacket who soon became a bouquet of blue helium balloons, each topped with a little icing of snow, gathered from clouds before being grounded in the middle of the meadow, deflating. The dogs, of course, were spooked. Charlie barked, Suzi sniffed. And I smiled and wondered whose wonderful event they belonged to. Then it started snowing on us too and soon our heads were iced in the meadow with the blue balloons.

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017