Gently floating along, the bubbles were ascending towards the sky, pushed by the brisk, autumnal breeze. Lazily drifting by, bubbles of all sizes gleamed bright colors, like spilled motor oil on a blacktop, metallic and vibrant. Many times, instead of soaring into the sky, some bubbles would fall short as they sunk down, before getting penetrated by the rough ground. Leaving behind their fallen friends, other bubbles were already towns away, flying in a tight group, glistening against the blue sky. All around, people were laughing, as the soapy-smelling bubbles burst one by one onto their skin, leaving a slimy and sticky residue.
As each bubble was blown, its shape faltered at first, before it adjusted into a smooth, transparent sphere. All around, people were twirling, attempting to generate bubbles without blowing. Others like me, blew onto the bubble wand, trying to create a bubble, which always popped, lightly misting our faces with the foamy fluid. Ubiquitously, there was a shining beam of positivity as we all watched our spherical bubbles, glazed with the sunlight’s warm kiss. The refreshing air delighted us all as the crisp aroma of fallen leaves that drifted through the air. With the rushing of the light wind, we all watched in awe as the bubbles leaped towards the pleasurable, rays of sunlight.
Moments like these as we stood in the sun’s path, watching our bubbles float to the sky made our day less stressful and more enjoyable. Only occasional car screeches interrupted the serendipity of our outing into nature. Chasing after the carefree bubbles, the satisfaction was rewarding as the cool, gooey liquid popped against our skin. The bubbles danced, graceful as soft snowflakes on a frigid winter night. The glow of the sunlight illuminated the bubbles as they soared to outer space . One question lingered as we said good-bye to our childish spirits that flew away with the bubbles: how far could they go?