1:39 pm

We stopped at the nearest gas station. I had no problem filling the tank anyway since it was a pre-pay pump. The sun is already beyond but the heat didn't die down the smallest. If anything, it's been hotter. I wonder if I could sleep under this temperature this evening. The camper is in the automatic carwash now, but I had to find a bill to pay for it first. Well, I found some money left in a register and I stole some chewing-gum and an air freshener. I also stole bunch of snacks for the incoming trip; I ended up carrying four bags of food forbidden to any healthy kid.

Aurora was blowing some bubblegum beneath a futile afternoon shadow when I suddenly wanted to blow some soap bubble too. Now, stolen soap bubbles iridesce with the sun's colors and dissolve like clouds before the blue sky. I'm wondering, maybe soap bubbles are a perfect contrary of clouds: transparent, sharply round, small, hollow, and earthly, but still prey to the wind. I'm playing the game of antonyms.

"What's the contrary of flower?"

"…Isn't that you?"

"A burglar?"

"…You take things away from people while flowers are meant to be given to people."

"Is there a difference between a burglar and a flower bouquet then if I give what I steal?"

"…Oh right," and I blew some soap bubbles on her face. "…Stop, it's tickling."