If we got a euro every time someone asked:
“So… when’s the best time to fly?”
We’d already have our fifth balloon by now.
The short answer? There isn’t one.
The long one? Every time is perfect — if you’re ready to fly.
But since this is a blog and not a fortune cookie, let’s talk about it properly.
🌅 Mornings – For the Brave (and the Coffee-Dependent)
Mornings can’t really be described. They can only be felt.
The world is still half asleep, the air is cool and heavy, and a few crazy souls — us — are wandering through misty fields searching for that perfect spot to lift off with the first rays of sun.
Mist wraps the land like a blanket, spiderwebs glisten between blades of grass, and the chill in the air hovers just until the sun takes over.
And then — the golden hour.
The light turns soft, the world yawns awake, a dog barks somewhere in the distance, and you realize you’re watching the planet wake up from above.
No photo can really capture it.
Mornings are meant to be inhaled, pocketed, and remembered — right down to your damp shoes.
Yes, it’s early. Yes, you’ll get wet feet. But the dew does wonders.
Our ancestors washed their faces in it — we sometimes wash our legs… up to the knees.
And everyone who’s ever managed to get up that early? Not one has regretted it.
🌇 Evenings – When Everything Slows Down
Evenings have a completely different rhythm.
The world below still hums with the energy of the day, but the moment the balloon leaves the ground, all of it fades.
The rush, the noise, the lists in your head — all stay down there.
Up here, there’s just peace.
The sun slides lower, shadows stretch, and sometimes the view below turns cinematic — your balloon’s shadow dances across treetops, and the sea glows gold in the distance.
Yes, mosquitoes think of us as an all-you-can-eat buffet at sunset, but it’s a fair trade.
Evenings are therapy.
You float, look down, and realize that life is racing by — but for now, you’re above it.
🌸 Spring – When Everything Wakes Up (Including Us)
Spring is the first deep breath after winter.
The world starts over, and so do we.
The first launches, blooming trees, dandelion fields, and fresh green sprouts that almost hurt your eyes after months of gray.
It’s the season of contrasts — everything smells like new beginnings, mixed with just a hint of last year’s bonfire smoke.
The winds are a little cheeky, the ground still cold, and the sun just learning to warm again.
But when it all comes together, it’s pure joy — a fresh start with a muddy landing.
And when you step out ankle-deep in soft soil, you can’t help but laugh.
☀️ Summer – Full Throttle, No Pause Button
Summer is our full-time job and our favorite thing.
We fly nonstop — sunrise to sunset, and sometimes both in one day.
Unless a thunderstorm tells us to take the day off (and we politely obey).
This is when Latvia turns into a postcard.
The sky is endless blue, the fields smell sweet, and evenings feel like they’ll never end.
It’s warm — sometimes too warm — but we’re not complaining.
Mornings start at 4 a.m., nights end after midnight, and the hours in between are one long, beautiful blur.
Summer isn’t for sleeping — it’s for living.
🍂 Autumn – Nature’s Art Show
Autumn is the artist’s season.
The trees are on fire with color, the air smells of smoke and apples, and every flight feels like drifting through a painting.
Mornings come later, evenings arrive sooner, and fog starts to hug the rivers.
First frosts sparkle on the fields, and ponds breathe steam like tired dragons.
It’s peaceful, quiet, and rich — a long, slow “thank you” from summer.
Yes, landings can be muddy, but who cares when the world looks like this?
Autumn forgives everything.
❄️ Winter – The Silence That Sings
In winter, everything stops — and that’s exactly why it’s magical.
The air turns crystal-clear, the fields shimmer like powdered sugar, and the only sound is the whisper of the burner.
Snow piles up in the basket, your nose tingles, your breath freezes, and your heart melts.
Even the toughest pilots turn into kids again at the sight of snowflakes drifting past the balloon.
It’s quiet. It’s cold. It’s perfection.
Hot tea in a thermos, warm gloves, and smiles that freeze (in the best way).
✨ So, When’s the Best Time to Fly?
If you ask us pilots, we’ll tell you the absolute truth — when your heart says “now.”
When the stars align, the wind agrees, the mood fits, and that little spark inside whispers: “It’s time.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s summer or winter, dawn or dusk — if you’re ready, that’s your perfect season.
Nature will take care of the rest.
And yes — this has been 100% proven by B2Fly pilots, using real data, a bit of intuition, and a splash of champagne. 🥂
