impermanence

The sun was slipping low, painting the sky in soft lavender and rose. Kids laughed and reached their hands high as giant bubbles drifted into the evening air. For a second, those fragile spheres held the whole sunset inside them, shimmering, trembling, alive. And then, just as quickly, they burst.

That’s the magic of these moments. They remind us how everything, light, laughter, even the joy of chasing bubbles, exists only for a breath before it’s gone. But that’s why it feels so precious.

Impermanence isn’t about loss, it’s about the beauty of what we get to hold, even if only for a fleeting instant.