The Fleeting Miracle

by Walter G. Allgöwer

Like a fleeting dream of colour and light, the soap bubble spreads out across the darkness. Its shape is irregular, almost weightless, as if it were eluding any fixed form. On its wafer-thin surface, iridescent colours dance together, flowing from bright yellow to deep violet, from cool blue to mysterious green. It seems as though someone has captured a fragment of a foreign sky and made it visible for a moment.
The surface resembles a boundless landscape. Gentle waves and transparent hills emerge, shift shape and vanish again, even before the eye can fully take them in. Every colour gradient speaks of movement, of change and of the beauty of transience. Nothing about this bubble seems permanent, and that is precisely where its fascination lies.
Against the dark background, it appears like a luminous being from another world. The light dances across its delicate membrane, constantly creating new patterns reminiscent of the Northern Lights, distant galaxies or shimmering gemstones. The soap bubble becomes a symbol of those precious moments in life that linger only briefly yet remain in our memories for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, it could all be gone. Yet for that one moment, it hovers between coming into being and fading away, showing that the greatest wonders often arise from the most fragile things – without noise, without permanence, made only of light, colour and magic that make the moment unforgettable . . .