franklin square and balloons

Yesterday, Ruby, my wife and I went to Franklin Square; it was a perfect Fall afternoon, almost cloudless, that bright blue sky that is close to unreal, trees, a sea of burnt reds, oranges, yellows and greens, a lovely shudder of nascent air. We all got on the carousel, wide-eyed and expectant of a world going around and around, up and down, riding nowhere, the most special destination sometimes. I took a photograph of Ruby in front of it; she was in between poses. I think that is interesting and funny, her being aware of who she is portraying , making a face, affecting a manner, for the camera.
The other night, we were listening to music of a band called "Of Montreal." Ruby was trying to keep a balloon from hitting the floor,kind of dancing at the same time. I was, too, when it got away from her, then touched it back to her. But she wanted to play by herself, like usual. I explained that life is all about how you share balloons.