
Today was Mother's Day. My mother loves blowing bubbles. So we got her this monstrous bubble container for her enjoyment.
Bubbles are amazing. The wind was so strong tonight and the bubbles were flying all around. Each one radiated a reflection of the world. My dad said that every bubble was a fairy being born. I love that idea. The bubbles would appear and they would contain little lights inside (really a reflection from the house). It did almost seem that there must be something more than soap involved. Bubbles are so etherial, like they are not solely from this world.

P.S.
I also could not contain myself from singing "Sing sweet nightingale"
