Young face. A face that is still young.

Young enough to still have fun, but at the same time, not young enough to want a bubble gun.

That’s it.

I think I want to recapture some youth, some childhood.

Perhaps by playing with a bubble gun, I will be reminded of it.

Why?

Because isn’t childhood like a bubble?

When you watch it float through the air, it is shiny and catches the light with ease.

A bubble has no worries, it floats along with ease…

But a bubble never lasts long.

It lives only a moment. Before it pops.