A few weeks ago I was walking to my car. The morning was bright and unseasonably warm. The trees were beginning to flicker with spring's new buds and the annoying birds had returned early from winter. My spirits were high and I was excited to begin my day. I make it a habit to walk the alleys in my neighborhood. Not only are they faster but I frequently run across some amazing events, (recall Guttersnipes beseech Demeter or Urban Scarecrow). This time the alley treasure was less alarming and more fanciful, like a smartly dressed English chap. Down the alley I turned only to have my path crossed by a bubble. This was no ordinary bubble cast from insipid amateur lips; this was a truly magnificent orb. Awestruck, my feet ceased working; eyes cast upward frantically tracing the bubble's path in search of its divine creator. That is when I saw her: a round jovial woman, all bounce, rhythm, and song. Dressed in a long white nightgown she rocked about on her balcony, jet black hair gleaming in the early morning light; the platinum streaks radiating past youth. She must have been around sixty and looked to be a close relative of Aunt Jemima. A she sang and danced she effortlessly drew her wand through the sudsy water and cast silver translucent effervescence into the world. Transfixed by this sight, I found myself in a satisfied stupor. There I paused, watching this woman share her art with the world. She looked down at me...gave a large wide grin; proudly displaying her missing tooth and a euphoric cackle. Shaken back to reality I continued down the alley processing all which I had just experienced. You may ask how I know this woman was crazy? To which I would counter; only a crazy person would choose to wake early on a weekend and decide to mix up soapy water and cast bubbles in their alley. But if you ask me she is just the right amount of crazy.
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