The other day, Jack came home with a plastic bottle of bubbles. He said that if you blew them outside (when it was below zero) they would freeze and float for a few seconds before breaking. This morning I checked the weather at 6:30 a.m and saw that it was -2 degrees, so we decided to give this a try and also discovered that as soon as the bubbles broke, the tiny frozen pieces floated through the air like fairy dust.
I’d never been happy to wake up to temperatures below zero before this morning. Something new.
“From the solemn gloom of the temple, children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.” Rabindranath Tagore