Innumerable Wandering Balloons

This is it, he said to himself, with a terrible feeling of relief, seeing the colored balloons in the sky, the red and green balloons, the yellow balloons like great blue oranges, the innumerable wandering balloons that took flight in the midst of swallows’ fright and floated for an instant in the crystal light of four o’clock and suddenly broke with a silent and unanimous explosion releasing thousands and thousands of bits of paper over the city.

-Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Autumn of the Patriarch