As a child I was always in awe of bubbles. How they could seemingly ignore gravity and reach out-of-sight heights. How I could be a creator of something so spectacular and yet the very next moment make it cease to exist with the simple poke of a finger. But there were these moments when the sunlight would hit it at just the right angle. You know, that moment when it would hold in itself the most brilliance of color before it floated away or took its last breath. Pop.