Claudia Black Instagram – “Hey Bubble”
A moment in time where now fully vaxxed, I whisk a bestie away for a mini adventure down by the sea. A bestie whom I sometimes endearingly nickname bubble- and whose superstar dog I also sometimes call bubble-who both have also comprised the entirety of my COVID bubble, and in this moment of newfound and slightly daunting freedom we find ourselves walking into a sea of…bubbles. What a year. What a friendship. What a thing a bubble be. Bubbles can be made of dish soap and formed from wind and rope by some dude dispensing fleeting moments of joy, for a tip. They can be formed in global pandemics with someone you can truly trust with your life when suddenly other people- even those you know and love – can through no fault of their own, or through denial, become a threat to your personal safety. Bubbles can hold an emergency trip to the vet for a dog that somehow one fateful night beats all the odds and continues to exceed expectations. Bubbles include emergency blasting of the Peter Gabriel song from the John Cusak movie from my car and across an unsuspecting street. And the witnessing of the precise moment the Christmas lights turned on at Christmas Tree Lane; the loud Aahhhh that spontaneously followed in stereo. There’s falling on the ground in tears after our first CDC sanctioned hug. The moment realizing that it was mini bubble’s first time experiencing the ocean.
Bubbles can be the effervescent people we love who encapsulate joy like onomatopoeia in motion. The gratitude they inspire might very well keep a heart open long after the dude with the soapy rope packs up for the day. I thank everything holy for my…bubble. Hey, Bubble. Hey. | Posted on 28/Apr/2021 10:57:14
