Empyrean Sinuations

as i was walking across campus, delivering professor evaluations to the appropriate authorities, a string of red balloons caught my eye as it floated from behind a row of trees along trousdale. it rippled like a mellifluous serpent, writhing gently in the chilly afternoon air. i wonder if someone let it go, or if it escaped its earthly tether to rise skyward as though a serendipitous metaphor for my soaring aspirations in this, my last semester at 'sc.