Blowing Bubbles

Blowing Bubbles Around

Disclaimer: Yes, this is an original. I did not copy anyone’s work and the rambling plot is totally mine.

  I did the oddest thing today.

  Something I haven’t done for quite some time.

  I went outside and blew bubbles.

  So now, with itches from mosquito bites and a shirt spattered with bubble solution, I sit to ponder. Why did I blow all those bubbles?

  It’s very simple, really. I’m a high school junior. Everything seems to be falling in on me at once. ACT, SAT, college. Deciding what to do with myself after high school. But all I really want to do is blow bubbles, even with those sixty pages of reading I have to do and that collage I have to finish. The bubble solution is patient with me; all it asks it that I spend a little of my air to set it free.

  So with one bubble flying after the other across the yard, no thought of the future reaches me. The bubbles keep flying, and I keep the future from caving in for just a few moments. There’s a football game tonight, something that I’d be attending if I hadn’t stopped doing marching band this year. But the bubbles keep going, precariously suspended on blades of grass.

  Those bubbles are my lifesavers. The jug of solution will always be there, especially when life seems to be just a little much. Now I’m ready to face reality, to finish my reading and collage, to finish my pre-cal homework, and perhaps, if I’m lucky, to play my clarinet.

  But soon, when I’m caught in the whirlpool of life once again, those bubbles will fly once more.

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