Bubbles

Children like bubbles. So do I! I love to see them rise in the air, dance, float, then slowly sink down and finally disappear. They are so beautiful, yet so fragile. They reflect the whole surrounding world, they sparkle with the colors of the rainbow, then they fade into nothingness. No, wait a minute. Although they "seem" to fade into nothingness, the instant they burst, tiny, almost invisible droplets dissolve into the atmosphere. They simply change their form of existence. You usually don't perceive it, but this is what happens. Each beautiful bubble has a short existence, it mirrors the beauty of the Universe - but only if you pay close attention - then it is no more. Doesn't this remind you of Life? It starts, it exists (for an x length of time, which you can never forecast) and then it evaporates into thin air. But not without a trace. Such thin air absorbs the "essence" of the droplet and adds it to the infinite other droplets of infinite other bubbles - until a child (or myself) starts blowing lovely iridescent globules all over again!