Bubbles

I like bubbles.

I like the way they look and smell. I like the way they float so freely anywhere and everywhere. I like the way that bubbles try to keep the air in, while keep- ing the air out.






Why are bubbles so much fun? Why does it give us joy to blow air into soap and watch as our creations float...and then pop? Why are we instantly transcended to youthful innocence when we see bubbles?





Even watching someone else enjoy bubbles is fun. They have the ability to make you smile when you didn't know you had one in there.


So, when I found some pictures of bubbles today, and they started making me feel a little upbeat, I thought I'd share. I know a few of you could use a smile right now.



Or if not a smile, maybe your own personal you-sized bubble to help you drift in the wind, free of life's little entanglements, for a while. Consider this a subliminal suggestion.





Stop and smell the roses. Listen to your heartbeat. Blow a bubble (and I don't mean Michael Jackson's simian friend, either) instead of blowing smoke.



Enjoy each moment that you can. Life is entirely too short. And while you can't live in a bubble, sometimes a little momentary escape is enough to get you by.


Or, you can read this and laugh your ass off like I did. Thanks Spider Girl for passing along the link. I needed that! See. You're all in a better mood already!