Don't burst my balloon ...
Runaway balloons are proof that you can escape the clutches of a fist that tries to keep you down. When I met one today, I cheered it on to keep flying past the sharp branches of really tall trees. I didn’t know how much longer it could stay in the sky. Because all it will do is float until it can’t anymore, though my instincts tell me it ended up in Paris to spend its final helium-filled moments on the top of the Eiffel Tower.