Bubbles and more bubbles, little ones, big ones.
I am once again a child lying in a warm bath blowing colourful bubbles in a magical colour spectrum.
Everywhere I go bubbles float around me. Yet like all liquid, sunshine comes along and bubbles burst.
Even in the sunshine of a flattened Covid-19, I will stay in my warm secure bath and blowing my bubbles and that’s just fine with me.