WHEN I THINK OF FALL
The Beauty of Autumn in the Southwest
When I think of fall, I think of the way the nights begin to cool, how the days still hold on to their warmth, and how the trees turn gold as if they’ve been kissed by the sun one last time before winter comes. The air itself feels different — crisp, alive, charged with the kind of beauty that makes you stop and breathe a little deeper.
And then, I think of hot air balloons.
Why Fall is the Perfect Season for Ballooning
There is something timeless about balloons in the fall sky. They drift above the glowing treetops, bright and bold against the deep sapphire mornings, carrying with them the whispers of adventure and the calm of floating silence. The season seems made for them: the steadier winds, the clear skies, the golden light that paints both earth and sky with an artist’s brush.
A Celebration of Color and Community
Here in the Southwest, fall ballooning is more than a season — it’s a celebration. The mesas and mountains become a stage, and balloons are the dancers, gliding effortlessly above the desert and forest, weaving between the colors of autumn. Festivals spring to life, and towns gather in awe as the sky fills with brilliant shapes and colors. There is joy in the air — not just from the balloons, but from the season itself, one of gratitude, wonder, and change.
Memories in the Golden Light
Fall reminds us that beauty is fleeting, that golden leaves will soon fall, and that each balloon flight is a moment in time, never to be repeated in exactly the same way. It is the season of gathering memories, of wrapping yourself in a sweater and watching balloons rise with the morning sun, of standing hand in hand with someone you love as the sky blossoms with color.
When I Think of Fall…
When I think of fall, I think of cool nights, warm days, golden trees — and the magic of hot air balloons. A season where nature and adventure meet, where the sky invites us to lift our gaze, and where the world feels, if only for a moment, suspended in golden light.
