Green Apple Jones Soda

Today I was sitting in the Focus in the bank parking lot. It was about three pm. The sun was coming in the windshield at a steep angle and I broke the seal on a green apple Jones. What happened next moved me deeply. The sun backlit the smooth, quiet, emeraldness of the cool liquid. When the first hiss of escaped pressure broke the reverant silence, dozens of dozens of tiny bubbles danced upward to join their friends gathering at the surface, all with one goal: freedom. Freedom to dance their jolly way past the mouth of the bottle and spill unfettered down the outside of the neck to drip down my arm and splash from my elbow onto my newly washed Nautica jeans. The sight of the sudden appearance of those little jewel-like bubbles caused me to draw my breath in sharply at the beauty of such a simple, natural thing as carbonization. Sure, I had seen bubbles in soda pop before, but the green, sunlit dancers was a new experience for me. I can only hope that you see it for yourself someday. Support the little man and buy a Jones soda. I am not being paid to say this.