Helium has one job.

Just be lighter than air.

And in that there is joy.

In a floating bit of inflated rubber.

Or Mylar, if you’re fancy.

Bobbing along at the end of a string.

Feels like hope.

This easily captured thing.

Enough of it, and it could float us away.

Takes so little to lose, too.

One misstep on your day’s journey, and it’s gone.

But not forever.

Some days it’s just finding that next balloon.