It was a dreary kind of day. Heads hung low, spirits sagged, even the trees seemed to droop, their branches heavy under the weight of it all. Little girl and I, we sat in the car waiting for Papi to return. He wouldn’t be long. And we didn’t mind. We had time. And when there is time, imagination gets to play.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a small jar of liquid. Pink liquid. With a little wand tucked inside. I showed it to little girl.
“Yay!” She clapped. “Bubbles!”
Of course I yay’d and clapped, too. They were bubbles, after all. And in a heavy-feeling parking lot on a dreary kind of day.
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At first there were just a few but I kept dipping and blowing and dipping and blowing and soon, the parking lot started to dance with bubbles. An old man with a sour frown looked up, and wondered into the sky. A child dropped his mother’s hand and leaped to catch one. The mother laughed. The sister and a stranger in a car, they laughed, too. The worker who collected shopping carts stopped to watch. A dog began to bark. And a man dressed in a suit grew a fresh smile. Eyes tried to follow their origin. Spirits grew curiosity. And was it just me? Or was the air softening just a little bit? Was the day just a little less dreary and a little more magic? Yes, I am sure it was. And not just in our little car as we waited for Papi and let our imaginations play. Everywhere around us, too.
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How would your world change if right now,
you started blowing bubbles?
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In a grocery store…on an airplane…in traffic…at the dentist’s office…at the mechanic’s…in a law firm…at the post office…in a restaurant…in a department store…beside a train…over a lake…on a beach…off a balcony…into a garden…in your cubicle…in your bath…at a red light…in a staff meeting…going through customs…in a coffee shop...when you’re on hold…
Let bubbles soften your day