I wish I could draw/paint.

I know that this isn't exactly creative writing, but it just seemed to make sense to be posted here. I can see the picture in my head already. There's a little boy, and the colors around him are really dull almost like in some photographs where it's all black and white except for a little bit of red, or blue or something like that. His hair is a light color, and it's ruffled. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt. You can see scrapes on his bare legs from summer's play. And this little boy has a tear welling up in one of his eyes. It's almost seems like a close up of the boy, but it's a big canvas, and that's not the whole picture. Everything besides the boy is colored. His arm is outstretched to the side with his fingers hanging lazily in the air. And there it is. A big red balloon. Floating away from his open hand. You can even see the thin white ribbon hanging down with the loop hole just the size for the little boy's wrist. It looks so beautiful in the sky a really bright blue silhouetting the balloon and complimenting it's color. Surrounding that break of sunlight is the dusty sky that reminds me of sand, filled with big billowing clouds full of tangled layers and ripples and tinged with grey. I think the ground would be mostly dirt with patches of grass that is yellowing, because all the color is targeted on that balloon. The boy let go of the balloon, intentionally, and as beautiful as it is, it still hurts him. As much as he loved having the big red balloon tied to his wrist, he felt more as he watched it float through the sky, even though he knew he would never get to enjoy it again after that moment was gone.