Worlds At Hand

This morning as I was washing my hands, a tiny bubble popped out of the soap dispenser and lingered in the bathroom. It defied my expectations of soap bubbles. It stayed with me, hovering, shivering, floating. It skimmed the mirror, then dropped toward the sink and rose again on some invisible current. Then this shimmering seed crept up to my face as if trying to communicate. I puffed at it and it circled back to the mirror, glided down to the counter, and settled behind my husband's toothbrush cup.

I think maybe it was a little world needing my help, like Horton's thistle.

What orbs around you are bearing messages? Watch for tiny worlds and write about them.