The sun blazed fiery reds and oranges across the evening clouds over the Puget Sound on that Saturday evening in August. A cool breeze blew across the water, taking the edge off the day’s heat. Seattle’s buzzing faded with the sun.
Earlier in the day, my husband and I built a snug oasis on the deck of our apartment. A retreat with a small fountain burbling in the corner. We celebrated the enchantment of the evening by blowing soap bubbles from the balcony.
Several of the neighbors and their children gathered in the parking lot below. Bubbles descended like snowflakes. Adults leaped in the air popping bubbles. Children giggled and clapped and chased bubbles too.
The memory of a sunset.