Prompt: It started as just a speck in the distance.

We'd been walking for maybe a quarter of an hour, the early morning fog softening the edges of everything including the sound of our own footsteps on the saturated gravel. It caught my eye because we'd stopped talking and I kept checking to make sure it was still there. Sure enough, as we walked, my breath mingling with the soft cool air, I could see a form taking shape, shifting a little, becoming denser, yet weightless somehow. And in that moment I felt weightless, as though I could float through the skyless air. I must have stumbled because you took my arm and then warmed my hand with your breath. As we neared the thing I had witnessed grow from a mere smudge, you awoke me from my trance. "I wonder who tied their balloon here?"