Sometimes I forget just how fun bubbles can be. I think that my Aunt carries some in her purse at all times and pulls them out during dull moments (she's a pretty cool lady). Perhaps it's the childhood habit, or the the lightness and effervescent nature of them, but bubbles are beautiful and magical seeming. I love watching them float up and then, poof, disappear. Kind of like a passing moment or feeling in life.
It was such a nice surprise to happen upon this guy in the middle of the city. It felt like it kind of lifted up the streets spirits.
Up..
up..
...and away...
It was such a nice surprise to happen upon this guy in the middle of the city. It felt like it kind of lifted up the streets spirits.
Up..
up..
...and away...
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