The water is warm against my skin. On the surface, I see a milk bottle cap, floating upside-down, filled with bubbles: hundreds of soap bubbles, every one unique. The rectangular window is reflected in them, in green and purple. I move my hands a little, disturbing the water slightly. The cap flips over and sinks to the bottom of the bowl. I look out the window, and see that it is starting to snow – slowly at first, but rapidly gaining momentum until there are snowflakes everywhere, like a blizzard. The music changes. If you listen to the song whilst watching them, you can almost convince yourself that the snowflakes are falling in time with the track. I pull my hands out of the bowl and dry them on a towel. Then I grab a pen and some paper and begin to write.
I smile to myself. The world is so beautiful.