I had just come out of the Co-op...stopping off for a bottle of milk and a bag of salad after a funeral.
It had been raining, but the sky was clearing, and across the roofs of the parked cars I saw a trail of bubbles, catching the evening sun, gleaming in rainbow colours.
I stopped to enjoy them while weary shoppers trudged past me (it's interesting how rarely they seem to stride, rush, march in these parts...here in the valley, there are too many who are defeated by life, unsure that they have anything much worth hurrying towards)
I'm not sure if they even noticed this sudden gift of unexpected beauty on a Thursday evening.
Then, from behind the parked cars the source of the bubbles came in sight...Two girls, bright in summer cotton, heading with their mother towards the shop.I thanked them for transforming my evening. Their mother smiled. I think she understood...