A good trip; a worthwhile break from blogging; back in/for the moment. Today the topic is bubbles.
An occasional experience of bubbles is very nice. Frequent is even nicer. Bubbles as a regular practice is most worthwhile.
A bottle of bubble solution kept handily in the house and/or in the garden and/or in the car and/or in one's purse or pocket – all of these are suggested and encouraged.
So simple and so satisfying.
Each experience of bubbles is different. The wind is never the same – even from moment to moment. And our breath changes each time, too, in duration, velocity. The number and size of bubbles that scoot out from the wand are endlessly varied. So many sizes. So many colours.
Bubbles behave differently in the summer, in the winter, in the rain, in snow, in a storm, on a sunny day, under moonlight, at dawn, at dusk. Differently in the city, in the country, by a lake, by an ocean, at ground level, from a high hill. From a car window, from the back of a bike. Under a tree, in a tree. In a kitchen, in a living room. With music. Without.
On one's own. With a friend. With a kitten. With a grand son.
Today's bubbles are courtesy of Orion.