Last year I was staying at my Grandma’s house for a few days and the neighboring town had its annual Hot Air Balloon Festival. They would fly twice a day for two days, once early in the morning, right after sunrise and once in the evening, before sunset. You would hear the first balloons arrive and go out and see one or two, then all of a sudden the sky would be filled with them, too many to count. Then as fast as they appeared they would be gone! Transient! Grandma and I had so much fun watching! I didn’t get a good picture of the “masses”, so it doesn’t look like there are too many, but I promise, there must have been at least a hundred!