A bottle of bubbly came into my possession last weekend, and it was a lovely surprise.
Every day since then I said I’d open it and enjoy it, and every day I delayed the gratification.
Then tonight, I gave in; I watched the bubbles fizz and sparkle and rise and fizzle out, and they reminded me of the person who gave them to me, someone who sparkles and surprises, but who doesn’t fizzle out.
And then…
Well then, the bubbles met the fate such bubbles usually meet.