99 waiting balloons

It is the calm before the storm.

My quiet season is whispering to an end, and the madness of the busy season is screaming inside my head.

I am restless. I need to feel the madness, or I will slowly go insane.

It is time to pick up the cameras.  It is time to get lost in what I see.

I feel like one of these ballons just waiting to be thrown into the fray.

Balloon fight anyone?