Even the hot air balloon looks like it’s enjoying the view.

The mural trail led me to an open gallery where panels stood proudly under a corrugated roof. One panel caught my eye—a hot air balloon drifting lazily over emerald fields that seemed to stretch into eternity. The painter had captured the essence of flight so vividly that I could almost feel the breeze brushing against my face. Nearby, another mural depicted a whimsical scene of flowers blooming in impossible colors. The contrast between the structured canopy above and the boundless creativity below gave the space an almost surreal quality. A few steps further revealed more stories etched in paint, each one inviting me to pause and imagine what lay beyond its borders.