Bubbles

My boys received a package in the mail today and amongst other things in it were bubbles. After work, I came home to find Ashley blowing them through the kitchen telling me how she did earlier until she became dizzy. I said to her, "What if bubbles never popped?" Now, I know the rational ramifications, that the world would constantly fill with bubbles until they were everywhere and you could not see to drive, or who is coming to visit. But think about it, they are so floaty and airy and funny feeling when they land on you. What if you could scoop up the bubbles that landed on the floor or ground and throw them back up into the air again? What if you could kick them all around? What is it exactly that causes bubbles to burst anyway? You may know that feeling of working so much to get a good bubble to form and then to take off, only to see it pop. It can be overwhelmingly sad. We take this difficult experience and compound it by using it as an expression, "I don't mean to burst your bubble, but..."

Perhaps one day someone will invent a non-toxic soap that can create bubbles that do not pop. Until that day comes, enjoy those minute magical moments of beholding encapsulated air in that iridescent film riding on currents of wind... that is until they meet their untimely demise shattering into history.