#2884 – Bubbles
Brighton, December 2019.
He knew those fleeting moments brought pleasure and delight to the people passing by. Occasionally, they would stop, pay him a compliment, drop a couple of coins in the weather-beaten cap that lay upturned on the pavement in front of him. But, for the most part, he stood there unseen, unquestioned, unloved, an anonymous man and his bucket, blowing hoards of small bubbles, to the delight of the children who played around him.