All of life seemed to be in the tiny bubble he had just blown. His little breath gave it life as it grew and lifted off the wand. A twisted rainbow danced in the thin soap sphere as it rose. It glided out a window. It sheened in the sun. And floated into the bluest of skies until it vanished. I know now for sure it died in a sudden burst not far from the window. but as a child you could never convince me of that.
J. Kevin Wolfe