Homeland : episode iv

They thought the sun would burn off that mist, but it is thick and we get lost inside it. As I pray we will be looked after (not just us in the basket, but everyone down there too) we rise above the fog and emerge hovering just metres above the cloud base, hundreds of other balloons now in view, and there are patches where the cloud breaks and detail of the land becomes clear again.

The day we fly, I am preparing to shoot the Angels project. The task ahead feels quite overwhelming, but as we float over Bristol I realise–in the scheme of things–how tiny the physical space is that these Angels will inhabit. Suddenly I can relax, manage to let go of ballast.

{Sub-Sountrack: Lamb - Fly}

Mist slides underneath us like a warm blanket over Bristol, which is shrouded one minute then visible again, giving us glimpses of water like silver running through the city.

Sometimes the view is clear, sometimes not. We hang in suspense and carry on floating our way in and out of this weird semi-sensory deprivation, each person quiet and captivated by their own wildest hopes, until a radio interruption announces another balloon directly below us, suddenly emerging from the fog and dangerously close. Is this what it's like to discover the person of your dreams?

{That Moment's Soundtrack: Weightlessness - Freelance Hellraiser}