Up to infinity

I'm by no means a photographer, but I like to take photos. Like this one. I actually took it from my balcony, the sky was as blue as it can be, and I suddenly saw a quite tiny thing flying through the air. So I zoomed in and took a photo of this colorful ballon.

Whenever I see a ballon flying into the sky, I recall a short scene I once wrote down, many years ago actually, and it was just this scene, no bigger story around it:

Yesterday, just when I had left the office, a little girl suddenly stood in front of me, pointed with her little finger up and said that her balloon had flown away. I stood there looking for help, for the mother or father and did not know what to say to the girl. "Is the balloon flying to God now?" she asked me, raising his eyes expectantly. I shrugged. "I'm not sure if God really lives up there ..." "But where else would he live?" the child asked again, turned around, and walked away.