I turned around and saw a tiny bubble dancing about a foot in front of me. The bubble was no more than a quarter inch in diameter. It looked like a regular soap bubble… clear, with an opalescent exterior. While I was in the kitchen, I had not recently been doing dishes. I have no idea where it came from, but it dipped down quickly, and then, as it started to rise, it moved toward me. Its colors changed depending on the angle and how the morning sunlight, coming in through the kitchen windows, bounced off its shell. I thought it would tap me on the nose, but it continued to rise higher and higher.
Drifting backward toward the wall and upwards toward the ceiling, I prepared myself for the airy pearl to pop. Strangely, it stopped just shy of the ceiling. Now it had my full attention.
Please understand that there was no air moving around us. The air conditioning was not on. No windows were open. No vent blowing. Nothing that I could see, sense, hear, or feel, gave me the impression it was being manipulated by our environment.
The iridescent sphere continued its dance. While the dance lasted 30 seconds… maybe. Time slowed down for me.
The bubble hovered just below the ceiling and glided along the wall, away from me, toward the window about 6 inches. Abruptly it changed course, moving away from the wall and closer to me again. It descended and floated a few inches above my head. I stared at it in wonder; how was this beautiful little thing dancing around me? It seemed to make its own rules on how it wanted to move. It ascended again, getting close to the ceiling but, again, not touching it. I couldn’t help but wonder if someone or something was moving it. As that question crossed my mind, the small marvel stood still for a moment, then drifted lightly to the floor like a feather in the breeze and vanished with a pop.