Sometimes, when you open the door to the deck in the early morning, and it is chilly but with that sun tang that says it is going to be another walkable day, and you wonder how bubbles will look against the dawn and you blow some …… they don't go wandering the neighbourhood. They scoot back indoors! Race into the warmth of the kitchen.
The ones that do remain outside cling not-just-for-an-instant to surfaces still covered in frosty dew.
And someone follows the bubbles back into the warm kitchen.