young at heart.

He was amazing.

Little orbs made of thin thin rainbow walls
floating and bobbing on the light wind
that swirled with buttermilk and coffee smells
across the parking lot and over our heads.

"Where are they coming from?"
She gasped as she strained her eyes to see.
The sunlight bounced off the gossamer circles
making them seem otherworldly
in their paths toward the sky.

"Him."
Ethereal little spheres
made of soap and water and spit
squeezing through a pink plastic portal
attached to a stick stem
held by a hearty hand
covered in apparent age spots.

"We have to tell him how happy he's making us."
His crinkly eyes trained on the sky
and the small wishes his breath had sent out into the world.
He could never leave behind the boy he once was
his heart as young as it was the day it began beating.

"Thank you so much for making our day!"
His happiness was overwhelming.
The beauty he saw had been passed to someone else.

He shared more than just bubbles with us that day.