Bubbles

Sometimes it's the small stuff.

An extra half hour in bed. A really good cuppa. A well cooked egg. A little bit of sunshine and a breeze coming through the windows.

A bottle of wine forgotten, then remembered. A conversation where we are all right. Your parents being on your side for no reason other than they are your parents.

A garden someone else has tended. A plant with purple flowers like feathers. Tiny pink petals, proud like the face of a schoolgirl. A rain shower over but leaving droplets like bubbles.