I See an Opportunistic Bubble

The bubble is green, but a very pleasant tint of green. It is the green of 1939, The Wizard of Oz, and this exact shade of green will never be duplicated again. Not in the lifetime of everybody alive in 1939. Not in the lifetime of everybody alive today. That eternally non-duplicatable green has come and gone. But it still exists. I see it floating towards me, the bubble chiming in space as it moves towards me, and I notice the way the little people are all hushed and stare. This is not the sort of bubble Bill Gates or the President stares at and thinks about. This is my kind of bubble. I stare with the little people. It moves towards me, towards you too, and I step into the green bubble hoping to find the prop of which I have dreamed for so long.