May 26, 1999

The Bubble

As I did dishes this evening, a bubble flew up from the Dawn bottle. it was tiny, too tiny to sport even a miniscule rainbow. I ignored it, but as I walked into another room, I saw that it had floated over fifteen feet and was still there, wafting on the invisible drafts of the room. I watched for a long time, several minutes at least, till in the sudden moment, it burst and vanished.

Ideas can hang in our heads for a long time; that is until the moment comes and pops them into reality.