Beyond all the wonderful things my boyfriend did for my birthday, he made a champagne cork pop up for me the other night. The bubbles! I love bubbles! Rising charmingly in every glass of champagne, the infinite streams of tiny perfect bubbles, running upwards like they don’t want to be late for some appointment. I am drinking the stars! cried Dom Perignon on his first sip of champagne. Champagne might indeed taste like the stars - or like the star dust maybe - but it will always represent the whole underwater world captured in a single champagne glass aquarium. Remainding me of the ocean, the beach, diving, and the freedom. It's the hapiness. And quite oposite, the infinit, and the silence of the soul.
