We often lament the transience of life, and how nothing that we do seems to last. But who hasn’t had their heart lifted by a cloud of bubbles that lasts only for seconds? Bubbles are fun not in spite of their fragility, but because of it.
What tiny, fleeting moment of grace have you noticed recently?
The other day at sunrise, there was a brilliant pink cloud right behind some tall conifers on a hill/mountain. I looked outside my glass door just in time to see it; the color faded within minutes.
I am always amazed to see what travels in a gust of wind or a gentle breeze; fallen leaves, dandelion seeds, snowflakes.