With envy, I think often of rural England where people lived their whole lives in small villages. Though familiar with the local area within walking distance, they knew little or nothing about the rest of the world. For them it didn't exist.
They lived simply, were part of a community, danced around the maypole on festive occasions, perhaps walked to the next village to buy a cow or to sell a sheep and maybe they drank a pint at the local tavern once the day's work was done. Their world was small, sometimes harsh, but at least it was comprehensible.They weren't bombarded on an hourly basis by stress-inducing news of earthquakes, floods, droughts, mass starvation, aids deaths, Wall Street collapses, bizarre murders, wars, global warming, cancer rates, slick commercials, sports results, coups, hurricanes, etc, all blaring at them from television sets, radios, mobile phones... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Wherever you are why don't you turn off all noise sources then enlarge the photograph and, taking in each beautiful detail, spend some time imagining yourself floating on you own in the basket of one of the balloons. There is no sound and, beneath you, a peaceful world passes slowly by as you look down from your safe vantage point.
You begin to feel detached, calm, serene, as if you have become disconnected from the tumult of the world which, for you, no longer exists. There's only the warmth of the sun, the sound of the wind, the distant cry of soaring birds. It's as if you've become weightless and free, like a cloud...
Slowly, slowly you are surrounded by peace. You breathe it in. It fills your lungs, spreads...
There. Serenity is yours.