yes, please.

In the middle of Audubon Park, K. and I were waving wands that formed huge bubbles. A monk approached with an older woman who was fascinated by the bubbles that we made, chased, popped, blew back into the sky as they fell. I looked at her and said “You’d really like to give it a try wouldn’t you?” and she said excitedly “I do!”.

I passed the wand to her and she spun in circles, laughing the entire time while the monk smiled softly from beneath the cloth he was using to keep the sun off of his head. She tried to hand him the wand but he politely declined. We coaxed him gently into taking the wand and when the bubbles streamed from it his face lit up.

I watched K. as she hunted down her own bubbles, popping the ones she’d blown into the air; the flower in her straw hat blowing in the wind as she ran after them, her dress hugging her frame when she lept, twisted in the wind to reclaim each glimmering globe.

I looked back and forth between her and the smiling monk and I thought “you can never have enough moments like this in your life”.