A rainbow-tinged bubble rose from the dish soap,
like a pearl or crystal ball rising into the air.
I imagined that it represented our love, as it endured, rising up toward heaven.
Then it found a piled-up tablecloth on the top of the cabinet and rested there, miraculously unbroken. It perched gently and sat as a sentinel of our daily matrimonial routines.
It sat there, pristine and whole for a few minutes before it vanished, unseen.
Is that a sign of our love?