I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time.
A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe her freedom is short-lived, as she fears a parent will call her back in.
I will go back to my blog, and exchange virtual notes with humans out there. The writers are sensitive souls, and I vibe well with them.
Then, I will scroll through my social media feeds. The insane, the megalomaniacs, intellectuals in the ivory tower areal perhaps struggling to get out of their bubbles and connect. I smile invisibly, and stop to engage on some posts I’d have not bothered about before.
Will of God, or time
taking a walk through our world
-are great levellers
Tale Weaver – #300 – Bubbles – November 5th.
An excellent response Reena, I really liked how you dd this.
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Thanks so much. Michael!
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Very nice, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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The last lines are absolutely wonderful
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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