Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Floating To The East

Surface tension. That is all a bubble is; water and soap strengthening each other's weak points. Spheres with swirling iridescent colors, like oil slicks, but purer, less distasteful.

One would be thought mad to stand and stare at a puddle of oil. But bubbles are made to be watched with breath-holding anticipation for the inevitable pop bursting open nostalgia in our hearts. There is happiness and sadness in equal measure when studying a bubble.

We will watch and wonder and let our mouths hang open. We will smile and clap and laugh out loud. We will cheer the bubble that makes it to the sky, hoping we too could hold the clouds inside ourselves to delight, to awe, to inspire. And we will sigh, looking down at our bare toes in the grass, wishing the magic was more than simple science floating on air.

7 comments:

Mom said...

Simply beautiful, both your words and your pictures. The old saying, 'stop and smell the roses', was created just for you as you have the knack of finding joy and beauty in the simplest of things. What a lovely reminder for us all!

the Lady said...

Dude. Fairy magic & children's laughter are what makes bubbles. Science? Pisj!

Heather said...

I love it, fairy magic and children's laughter! Cute! Lovely pictures and prose. Thank you.

magnusmog said...

Lovely - and beautiful pictures.

Left-Handed Housewife said...

Isn't it funny how we never stop being delighted by bubbles floating by? You could be ninety years old and still feel your heart gladden at the sight of a bubble. Joyful, joyful.

Lovely pictures!

frances

LauraBeth said...

I love bubbles!

The A.D.D. Knitter said...

Sweet reflections on fragile beauty.