A touch of whimsy

I was sitting at a stoplight today when I noticed bubbles. "Bubbles?" I thought, "Where are they coming from?" The car on the other side of the intersection. Though the driver of the car was grim faced and apparently unaware of the whimsical delight surrounding her car, the two young girls in the back seat were smiling joyfully as they blew bubbles out of the car windows. And it made my day.