We often lament the transience of life, and how nothing that we do seems to last. But who hasn’t had their heart lifted by a cloud of bubbles that lasts only for seconds? Bubbles are fun not in spite of their fragility, but because of it.
What tiny, fleeting moment of grace have you noticed recently?
This reminds me of my favorite Carl Sandburg poem.
Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves.
They flickered out saying:
“It was worth being a bubble just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.”
Today I watched the mudpots bubble in Yellowstone Park and found rainbows in the dry clay next to them.
I believe that a sudden joke from someone else and, understanding and enjoying it, with a deep laugh along with a smile, can happen in an instant, last in memory a while longer but quickly move into the past!