Bubbles.
Sony’s foam city shoot in Miami transformed the streets . . .
Airy magic . . .
I still love bubbles. In college, during the summers in Houston when I was dead broke, I would sit on the front steps and blow bubbles and my hands would get all sticky as I watched them glint and slowly sink in the humid air.
It’s pure alchemy, when you can transform the dreary mundane into something fragile but beautiful.
This morning, MC and I took the bus downtown to the weekly farmer’s market. We bought delightful little things: a container of strawberries, fresh-picked and juicy; almond-scented handmade soap; and a small but bright bouquet of flowers, a riot of colors that made me smile all the way home.
I think sometimes that there’s a secret code to the world beneath the world we see everyday, and if I could just decipher it, even the pain I feel some days would sparkle. Broken glass can be diamonds if you look at it just right.
dg replied:
COMRADE! YOU’RE ALIVE! You haven’t been showing up in my feedreader for some reason and I was wondering how you were. You’d think I would have thought to do the old fashioned think AND CHECK YOUR ACTUAL BLOODY BLOG!? Here I am and now I have posts to catch up on. Hurrah!
Hope you are okay xx
Apr 12, 2008 at 1:11 pm. Permalink.
Comrade GoGo replied:
Yes, I’m alive! Breathing, and still nominally sane! It’s good to hear from you, Ms DG :).
Apr 13, 2008 at 10:35 am. Permalink.
justoofat replied:
“I think sometimes that there’s a secret code to the world beneath the world we see everyday, and if I could just decipher it, even the pain I feel some days would sparkle. Broken glass can be diamonds if you look at it just right.”
I love this part of your post. Each word is perfect placed.
j
Apr 13, 2008 at 7:42 pm. Permalink.
Comrade GoGo replied:
J, thank you so much for the wonderful compliment :).
Apr 14, 2008 at 10:17 am. Permalink.