Sometimes you have to forage to find beautiful things. Sometimes you find yourself among beautiful things without effort or search. Sometimes, these are the best times. Spontaneity. Surprise. Chance. Moments.

This time, I found myself among bubbles in Central Park.

I am certain that in NYC, it wouldn't be very hard to find yourself surrounded by a spectacle or situation that you didn't set out to find. In fact, I think it could become difficult to do the contrary. But to stop and appreciate that moment, in all of its beauty… that is what makes that moment.

So when I found myself in this situation, watching faces in the park as gigantic bubbles were spun and burst – I stopped. And it was pure and utter joy. I was glad to be there. In that moment.