When I opened my front door this morning, the first thing I saw was this huge balloon, which was grounded in the park across the road. I have to ask myself; why? The Sky Orchestra finished last weekend. There were no other balloons in the sky. Is there a deep meaning - am I haunted by balloons because I want to fly away from everything? Deciding that it was simply a strange start to my day, I got in my car and drove to work, puzzling all the way.