Small things - big impact

I spent about an hour yesterday blowing bubbles in the back yard. I had a chainsaw bubbler that was filled with soap. There was enough wind that the bubbles were caught and blown around the entire yard, round and round in a rough spiral. It reminded me a little of the movie “Twister”.

The sun caught the bubbles and my yard was filled with floating, blowing spheres of iridescent blue, pink, green and purple.

It was magical. Like a fairy wonderland.

My mind has been caught on it ever since. At first, I simply enjoyed the experience. Then I enjoyed the memory (I wish I’d got photos). Now, 24 hours later, I’m wondering what kind of creatures would live in a world of iridescent bubbles.

I’m asking myself questions:

1. Would they live inside the bubbles?
2. Would the bubbles only happen at certain times?
3. Are they a sign of extreme joy in the land?
4. Are they an alarm system?
5. A reaction of a plant or animal that finds itself threatened?

I have to stop now. I’m in the middle of writing one of the Tolifax Rising series (The Planet Whisperer) and I can’t let myself get distracted.

I’ll write a few notes, create a new Scrivener file and put it in the Books to be Written folder (there are a lot in there).