Every morning, my commute takes me downhill through the Sandia Indian reservation, with the entire city of Albuquerque spread below me. In the summer, I can see dawn breaking over the city. This time of year, the lights glitter below, like something from the movies.
For a minute, I was surprised to see multiple, sudden bursts of flame in the sky. "What the he** is... Oh, yeah. It's Balloon Fiesta week," I soon realized. Living in ABQ, one gets used to seeing hot air balloons in the sky, but it's always a bit of a surprise when the Dawn Patrol is up in the dark, checking out weather conditions before Mass Ascension.
(I won't include any pictures here, because you need only do a simple, web search to find about a bazillion of them.)