99 Balloons.. that never flew

The anticipation is driving me mad, where is the dawn patrol? Those bright big balloons lighting the sky. Beautiful is an understatement. The sky is painted grey with hints of light creeping in. Orange white. Light morning clouds keep the desert cold, alluding to the coming winter. Still no balloons. None, sigh. The child in me broods in impatience parsing her lips. I want balloons!! Blessings with the mountain spirit. My soul calms me. A bird tweets cold in the dawn. Dew melting on its wings. The morning is upon this dusty corner of existence. Now.. balloons?? Are they waiting for the sun to kiss the crest of the mountain? I guess we all are. A light breeze. No balloons. A beautiful morning in the desert no the less.