Camden, monday morning.
It’s not so easy to see bubbles flying around the city, normally they don’t come so close to humans.
Bubble hunters have a tough life because it’s difficult to survive just by hunting them.
But suddendly these flying bubbles ran towards me like a flock.
Few noticed, other didn’t care, because the shopping mode was on for them. Eyes only for real and tangible objects.
Bubbles are so nice but so fragile, so ephimeral.
Don’t kill bubbles, never, you can try to catch them but it’s so difficult to keep them alive. Let them fly.
As the muse says “you never grow too old to blow bubbles”.