The bad stormfront hasn’t reached here quite yet. But the winds are intermittently powerful. 

I’m used to seeing some strange things in the dead of the night. 

Had the balloons been red when they flew across, I would have looked around for Pennywise. I had no idea what was floating and caught in a wind vortex in the gap  valley between the big buildings.

It was only spitting a little rain, so I stopped and watched the arch of balloons float around and finally land.