Blowing bubbles is a wonderful way to spend a sunny afternoon. The ease of making such a perfect creation with only a breath is irresistible, so perfectly round and majestic. And to dream of where this tiny bubble may float away to. What lands it might cross and what obstacles it might encounter. Could it make it across the sea? Will it see kings or queens over there? Would it be able to float over Africa and follow lions on their hunt? Or maybe catch the wind and be sent down to Australia where the kangaroos and koalas lives. Will it follow the Amazon on it's twisted path through forests and out to sea, or go north and seek out Santa's Village?
So many possibilities this little bubble has.
Or will it simply float down and burst on my toe, leaving us all to fall to the ground in giggles and merriment.