under the California sun

Today, I blew bubbles under the Californian sun.
They danced and dazzled before me, each little universe floating away. As the breeze carried them into that infinite blue abyss above. I sat down and gently peeled back the soft rind of my clementine. I dropped one of those perfectly pocketed slices onto the fresh bed of grass beneath me. A voice from the kitchen called my name. Too entranced by my world of orange, green, and blue, I chose to ignore that faceless request. Held by the tender blade of grass,basking in the Californian sun, I remained.