Arc of Bubbles

A bright yellow bubble wand was resting across an open plastic bottle on the picnic table. I clamped my right claw around the ridged handle and lifted it high, watching a shimmering soapy membrane wobble inside the ring. No calculations needed for this one—just momentum! I pivoted on my ankle hinges and swept my arm in a broad, swooping arc. Whoosh! A cluster of iridescent spheres detached from the hoop, catching glints of warm sunlight as they floated into the breeze. One drifted straight against my forehead block and vanished with a cool, microscopic splash. Pure airborne delight!