A large bubble floated on top of that steady stream. At first, it seemed unaffected by the moving water. Its own self, in control and stronger than the elements around it.
Before long, though, the water set it in motion. Carried the bubble away. For a while, it went with the flow, looking not much different than the second before. Silently, I rooted it on. Maybe it would last. Defy the natural order of things.
When it popped, I felt a loss.
The distractions of everyday obligations make it easy to forget: All that's living is fleeting. "Kiss the joy as it flies."*
*From "Eternity" by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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