So this place next door to my school has a bubble machine they run from the balcony all day long.
It's fun to watch people walking by, suddenly startled by bubbles drifting into their paths, and then avoiding, or chasing, or popping, or swatting at them. (See the bubbles?)
When they touch the pavement, the bubbles usually pop, of course, as bubbles do.
But when it rains, and the pavement is wet, the bubbles stick in half-spheres, like bits of glow growing out of the pavement, on one of the busiest streets in Korea, and people walk by without even noticing them, and it makes me happy that such fascinating little things are all around me.
Most people don't even notice them, and, perversely, that makes me happy too, because if most people don't notice them, but they give me so much great joy when I spot them, it makes me think. How much of the wonderfullness (wonderfulousity?) in the world goes unnoticed -- is the difference between hating and enjoying, and immensely loving your life, just a matter of paying more attention to little wonders, and noting the little wonders for what they are? And if 99.9 % of the people don't notice these little bubble-globes, how many brilliant little scintillae am I also missing, because I haven't learned yet how to pay enough attention to them?
To paying more attention!
Have a vivid day.
Rob
2 comments:
Ah, now you are getting the hang of posting more often. Finally! See, I love these little details, observances....attention. Thanks.
I'm fine, how are you?? My hubby leaves in seven days :(
I love your bubble post, and all the pix! More, more!
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